a soft hand holds my trembling palm, intertwined fingers. he stands patiently, gaze set forward, patiently waiting for my first step into the forest. so patient, so strong, so willing, and so understanding.
i look backwards at you. you're pitiful. your eyes are still beautiful, but i do not desire them in the middle of the night anymore. your hair is a mess, you should take care of it. you're thin again, you were always so skinny.
"wait here." i whisper ahead. brown eyes, kinder than my mother's, reflect understanding. my hand is released.
i turn and place one hand on green's cheek. his face is cold now, a different perspective— different due to a lack of rose-colored observations. half an inch taller but always towering and demanding, his hand grabs my wrists. he rubs the bone connecting my arm to my hand.
"go on. i'm so sorry for everything."
tears flood my eyes. i nod as storm clouds surround me. turning around, refusing to look back, no matter the strings stretching and snapping from my shoulder blades and spine pain me, i allow a softer soul to lead me forward.
goodbye to my second love
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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
