As I sit in the comfort
of my discomfort,
I feel the emptiness
enlarge.
Aware
that it was never going to be filled
by just forgetting,
never going to be filled
by reminiscing.
But the temporary peace
was enough
to continue feeding
myself
the empty promises.
I pray to God
to give me the strength,
but I have no will
to accept his help,
to lift the weight
of the choice
to fill in the emptiness
that I have
succumbed to.
Funny,
how even when the answer
is so apparent,
one still chooses
to make the same mistake
over
and over
again.
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RomanceThe greatest story exists within us when we acknowledge the beauty of our thoughts and feelings.