Aftermath.

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by houseofcards, Mar 25, 2012.

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  1. houseofcards

    houseofcards Well-Known Member

    aftermath

    my veins are starting to turn to ice
    skin pale, breathing deep.
    am i dead?
    no.
    close enough, though.

    another year is nothing to cheer about
    no progress has been made
    you were my everything,
    you made me - me.

    without you there by my side
    one can only wonder how much longer i can take this
    if only you could see how we were meant to be
    maybe it would be different

    you fucked me over
    again and again
    pretending to love me didnt help
    just made me feel less

    you are my paradise lost.
    my aftermath.
    my loss.
     
  2. HollowRhythms

    HollowRhythms Well-Known Member

    Hey HouseOfCard... :hug:

    I like your poem, says it all kinda. . . sorry you're experiencing such pain. Just please know you're loved.

    :hugtackles: stoner
     
  3. Witty_Sarcasm

    Witty_Sarcasm Writer, Musician, Fun Lover, Magic Maker

    Sorry to hear you are feeling this way. Your poem is good and something I can really relate to.
     
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