september fifth
•
it was all too sudden,
unexpected yet expected -
we knew it was bound to happen,
but we were foolish enough
to delude ourselves
into thinking
we could hold onto each other
for just a little while longer.
a part of me even thought
we'd have some sort of
boundless tie.
but as the days go on,
i see in clear cut clarity
that we might not be
for a time much longer.
i know it was real,
that we let go of each other,
because we're slowly drifting.
and now i'm left with
my feelings that have
a high power over me,
it's destroying me.
these feelings,
they leave me weak, vulnerable,
they make me feel poignant, insufferable.
they aren't-
they won't just leave;
surely i'll go through hell
getting over you,
surely i'll torture myself
for my thoughts
are not my thoughts
when my heart has fused together
with my mind.
and i can't fucking do this anymore,
i cry to myself every night,
weakly, miserably.
•
and sadly,
the passage of time
does nothing to end
the hollowness
eating away at my insides.
n° 136
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