Countless days of never ending arguments now seem like nothing more than an instant.
Minute.
Milliseconds.
Compared to the lifetime we planned together.
This is different!
It was three weeks before I could bring myself to sleep in my own bed.
Still having the fight of my life trying to get you out of my head.
Unable to look myself in the mirror and come to terms with some of the things we said.
I said,
Things that can’t be taken back,
But I take it all back,
So far back that
I could meet you all over again and just smile.
Replace every yell with a laugh and every cry with a conversation.
Talk to me…
Free me.
Free me From the happy memories that haunt me every time I close my eyes.
The same Eyes…
You know the ones that are the gateway into the soul that the mouth tries to protect and hide.
Yea those eyes…
The ones that lie
The ones that cry
Those same freaking eyes that won’t stop searching for you….
It’s just such a shame that they can’t see the countdown of time before enough is enough.
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Author:
Bragee (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
A write that is very close to the mark for me, people say just forget it, if only it was that easy, nicely expressed and written
Loss such a painful feeling and here it is echoed in words of regret and sorrow. A sad poem
This poem feels like a raw nerve: open, pulsing, and achingly honest. It thrums with the weight of grief and regret, not just for a lost love, but for the timeline that never got to unfold.
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