a.m 4:00
Apr. 26 , 2017
it wasn't something he did
it was everything he did
the way he talked
the way he stared
even when i wasn't entirely there
he had loved every aspect of me
but
he suddenly stopped
through all the pain
the tears
the fears
the scars
the rainbows and sunshine
the dawn of the night sky
there was no love for me anymore
the love for him was there
in my tears
in my fears
in my scars
in my heart
i couldn't let go
i should have
but
i couldn't
i shouldn't
after all
he might come back for one last taste
of my soul that has gone to waste
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Poetry[18+ Mature Audiences] * * "You said you wouldn't be gone long but here I am day one hundred fifty and you still haven't shown up at my window" * * Just things that wander my head at 4:00 a.m * * Vintage Art ©2018, S T O R M. All rights reserved.
