I thought the damage would be minimal,
But she made me feel like a disgusting criminal.
She vanished and left her mark.
Remaining was an empty house covered in the dark.
Some weeks later, I saw her again,
But my heart hurt more, than when it did then.
Broken bond, tied back together with lies.
Bound to break and so the relationship dies.
I could express the love I had for her,
But it'd be thrown in my face so why bother?
Four years later, right in that dark home,
I found a dusty box, with a diary sitting in my room.
I took it with me, and dusted it off,
The negativity in the dust gave me a nasty cough.
See I grew, and I hadn't knew it at all,
When I read the book, I heard my dream give a call.
Telling me that that was the old me in those pages.
The old me held back in some rusty animal cages.
I could blame her for years,
She rarely gave me love so I cried endless tears.
But...
After a single read, I had seen how much I grew.
After a single read, I kind of felt brand new.
Now I could burn this book, and bury the ashes.
It's presence gave me imaginary rashes.
I could aid a soul in building their self esteem;
Provide a shoulder to cry on when they feel ashamed.
That is something I didn't have but wanted;
Still to this day by my past my future is haunted.
So instead of chasing after what she took;
I'm here today to burn that treasured book.
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REMEDIES
PoetryTackled by too many emotions, and riddled with pain, a character tells his story through poetry. As he happens to find himself stuck in a rut for years, he turns to any and every remedy to ease the pain. Drinking, Crying, Writing, and listening to m...
