maybe, I stoked the fire on purpose.
those final hours we spent together. too quiet, too insignificant. like candle flame extinguished by the barest wisp of wind. it was not the end I pictured us having. but then again, I never pictured us ending at all.
instead, give me the rage, the yelling, the slammed doors, the heaving, painful sobs. anything but this quiet revelation, this grim acceptance. anything but the confession you gave me that parallelled the very first one three years ago. anything but my world collapsing beneath me, enveloping me in the dark.
(you lied by telling me you still loved me, and I don't think I'll ever forgive you for that.)
but I knew, didn't I?
I must've known somehow.
it must've shown itself somewhere. amidst the excuses. within the ugly, poisonous fights. hidden somewhere between the lines.
(you said you'd love me forever, do you still remember?)
[ START; X.XX PM | 10.03.18 ]
[ END; 3.18 AM | 21.11.18 ]
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Poetrythe only demons I have the power to exorcise are my own. ✧ ©2018 Phoebe Cheong. All Rights Reserved.
