the problem is
i'm the problem
a deadly desire
that makes up the choice
and easy choice
between the soul and the silhouette
an is and a was
it seems easy
doesn't it?
once you go you can never go back
chaos to silence
people won't mourn
but one feeling changing all the lives
around her
you got to slow down
think it through
but you dont
you do it
breaking yourself
breaking me
breaking the fake friends
breaking the real friends
breaking the souls
i know it's better than suffering,
darling, there are more ways to stop
stop the pain
stop the sadness
stop the happiness
stop the feelings
stop the visions
i know you weren't okay.
past tense makes too much of a difference
grammatical mourning
disbelief in the words
each syllable painful
from "is" to "was"
the dictionary can't explain
the feelings you felt
i know it
but you're okay now.
we're not.
Comments1
(that plague of all generous heart's
so many, lost
to momentary strife
cursing
those who love them
to survive
in a reality, devoid of levity..)
an important write
thank you!
this is beautiful!
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