She chose me first
then let me go
as quickly as she came.
I took her sadness,
gave her joy
and was left
with worthless shards.
Her bitterness
had made her cold
and she kept
her heart's lock shut.
I tried to break
the iron lock
but was burned
by her untrusting glare.
Today, I breathe
without her aid,
I sleep sans
thoughts of her,
but she still lingers,
deep within dark
caverns of my mind.
And if I idle long enough
and wander far and wide,
she'll take the chance
and stab my heart
like she did that awful morn.
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nice
you could tell there was emotion in it, especially because of the title, but maybe that's just me. the title made me think that there was more to it and maybe she wasn't as insignificant as you think?
always,
mag
Well, I was rather the
Well, I was rather the insignificant bit in her life. The title doesn't rly seem to fit well with the poem itself, imo. :(
Thanks for the read. Really appreciated.
ah
i see.