I’m not grieving the end of “us” anymore.
I’m grieving the death — or maybe the nonexistence — of the woman I thought I loved.
The one who wanted a family.
Who dreamed of growing together, building something that could last.
Who believed in sustaining love, even when it was hard.
That woman is gone.
In her place stands someone bloated from the bottle, addicted to distraction, and allergic to the truth.
Someone who twists emotions to control, who calls it love while breaking every piece of it.
The woman I loved had ambition, faith, and a future in her eyes.
The woman here now is all noise and avoidance.
I didn’t leave her — she left herself.
And now I have to do the same.
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Author:
Samuel (
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Either that, or love the corpse and try to redeem her, if it's possible, no? Beautifully rendered with excellent imagery and a haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
I can’t & won’t try and redeem her. She is too far gone & too lost in her own distraction filled world to be redeemed.
And even if she did, i wouldn’t take her back.
A poem of deception and change. Feelings of regret, hurt and pain. Well done
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