We come and we go
We destroy more than we build
we are both good and evil
The silence and the noise
the utter destruction and peaceful
You were all of that
combine to make good memories and bad
without effort.
That's how you left the hole
that can never be built again
I couldn't say that word.
as the I saw your back.
as your own nature swept you away from me
I reach my hands out
trying to grab onto what you left.
Futile is what that was.
For I was grabbing onto thin air.
Thin air is what filleed my lungs
trying to scream
Goodbye
but only letting out air
and tears.
You vanish.
Never coming back ever again.
leaving me
chocking
out that word:
Goodbye
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150 things I never said
PoetryA book of poetry as the title 152 things i never said to a friend or a stranger @Wishing_Angel made the cover. It's beautiful
