I know you will be back just as I know you never really left. You are in my bed, my writing, my art, my relationships. I may never get rid of you. You are everything and nothing all at the same time. Yet you are everlasting, a thing I breathe. You thrive in death, my decaying heart your sustenance. You thrive in me. One day however, you will die. I forge my weapons, practicing everyday for your inevitable doom. I have no choice, or you will leave a blackened heart at your wake, a dead soul still alive. On that day, my breath will no longer be yours to breathe, there will be no more food for your growth. For I dig your grave with the shovel of positivity and cover your hole with hope. This is a promise to the you that lives in me.
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PoetrySince this is a creative space, I have decided to put my few creative pieces here, I hope they inspire you to do the same. We are all authors of our own stories, so never be afraid to share it. Remember that.<3
