what could have been is lost
to ponder that future is useless
how i cope with all this pain
leaves me brokenly breathless
to lose someone you loved so much
who intricately loved you too
but shattered by infidelity
a concoction painfully brewed
beneath the flashing, numbing lights
in the grasp of a rotting city
obsessed with perceptions of irrelevance
your soul, my green, i pity
in forgiving mistakes of lust
i suffer brutally every day
but to insist i truly hate you
is something i will not say
my second love , my broken heart
a last phrase to always be true
remember when the lights go down
sundays belong to you
—goodbye
YOU ARE READING
The Pursuit Of • A Poetry Collection
Poetryall my life all my trials pains and heartaches and my goals joys and accomplishments came through a pursuit whether my outcome good or bad the journey is what morphed me into me ••••• started :: October 22 , 2019 completed :: 2020
