And this is the end—
did you think
I wouldn't know?
for I can sense
your withdrawal
in the silence that you sow;
and this finale,
wrought in the artistry
of dread,
is the one thing
I never imagined,
yet it's true that our
love is dead,
and you'll leave me
in the crumbling palace
of my heart,
while the vultures
feast on my dreams,
and I slowly fall apart.
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Fragments
PoetryPoetry and fragments of my mind. Dealing with heartache, betrayal, sorrow, and hope. Originally posted on Instagram and Facebook.
