A loss in the past is a win in the future,
You used to say.
But Him taking You was never a win.
If Death took you,
The judges would love you,
Send you soaring to the sky's deepest limits.
Time collapsing, breaking loose,
Running the hands on the clock,
Racing through fields of life and death.
Now I see you in the mirror
Whispering leagues of emptiness,
The vastness of voids always expanding.
When I stroll past blue lakes,
Reflections of you I do see,
Living in the clouds I so long to reach.
And the devils in my darkness hum
"The closest you'll ever get to heaven was him"
And I think about the fires and hopelessness.
Once I will reach the underground,
You will look down, shaking your head,
Wondering if I was ever worth it.
A heaven I'll never see,
The only home I'll ever have is hell
With bleeding crimes that curse our lands.
The lands that will stand between us,
Angels shaking their heads in disapproval,
Devils laughing at the goodness.
The lands will mock us
At the such innocent and daft love we had
The thing I dared to call love.
The lands will smile
At the distances etched across us
And an eternity of quiet sunsets.
A/N: Sometimes you feel like darkness and he feels like light. Sometimes you forget that he destroyed you. Sometimes you only remember all the crimes you've committed and all the darkness you hold. This poem is different, but I hope you will understand it.
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