I took all the pictures down
Their eyes once filled with love only judge me now
I empty our home of what was ours
Seeing myself out as well
Because I no longer belong
The welcome mat mocking me as I walk away
I hang out with your ghost
With the times that I thought would last forever
The only lasting thing is this hurt
That welcomes me more than you ever did
I would risk everything for you
Against everyone's better judgment
The moment you had to work for me
Put up a fight
The best you could give me was your goodbye
Now I risk not seeing tomorrow
Avoiding their concerned eyes
I tell myself I'll be fine
I just never thought a sunrise could be so overwhelmingly devastating to witness
I think it's time to let this ghost find the light
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Before I Blackout
PoetryMy best work is done when I'm on the edge of blacking out, when you finally stop trying to pretend you have a grip on what runs though your mind, you should try writing with your eyes half closed and your mind wide open. This may be an on going pro...
