You brought out the worst in me.
Are you proud of that?
Do you know what you did?
Can you remember any of it?
Anything at all?
Or did you do what I never could?
What I thought I should and hoped I would?
Did you bury it away for good?
How many broken wings and halos have you hidden?
How many burned pages and bloodstains have you cleansed?
How many times have you etched me into your visions?
Or was it your visions that you branded into me?
Where is your remorse?
Where is your heart?
Did you give it back to me?
Did you have one to begin with?
You're more quiet than the trees.
You're more frigid than the breeze.
Your eyes are more lifeless than bone.
That is the man that I see.
That taste of death on your lips spends eternity there.
The cards that you're dealt are forever unfair.
Just to speak to you my spirit must drop to its knees.
And wait for your answer to ever reach me.
I know how you hurt and I know how you think.
I know all too well, though our time's passed us by.
Your ribs conceal nothing from me, Jake;
But I know for a fact that you are not heartless.

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Divided Unity
PoetryPoems about various topics in my life. A lot of the early ones...may be about the same thing. Indefinite runtime.