Written 8/2/20 11:12p 9 days before my birthday
The weight of time wasted, resentment,
And defeat become the elite
In a failed relationship.
When one falls in love with someone's potential,
It's all deferential at first.
Mingling hearts burst with infatuation.
Lustful temptation, even.
Mind-boggling intellectual exchanges
Unique only to the creatives of nature.
All just to
Lead to bestowed devastation
In the trail of its disheartening wake.
"It's not too late!"
Is the self-destructive trump card.
Your heart screams to say as if to beg to stay.
That's when respect for set boundaries break.
All out of frustration and hate,
The bruises and scars of words used
Can never be willfully erased.
There's always a remaining trace of the
Neverending pattern.
A virus etch in waves like spasms.
Permanent cracks in a shared mirror,
Encased.
The more that's allowed into the
Barricaded precious soul gate,
To date, has proved to be an irreparable mistake.
Self-respect and value steadily deflate
Against your very will,
Before everyone's very eyes.
There's power in the crumbling, still.
It's no surprise when those who
Pretend not to notice,
Only offer the cold shoulder.
Build up or move over, they say.
That's life.
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Survivor's Remorse
PoesíaSurvivor's Remorse is a personal collection of poetry, songs, lyrics, prose, and more that ranges from the early 2000s through 2023 when I finally decided to start a new poetry book! Thank you immensely to anyone who has taken time to read this book...
