Only once have I gotten a clean break.
We argued and slandered,
Our friends chose sides.
I was angry;
But anger fades.
Most times we drift apart;
Our worlds spin just a little out of kilter,
And in time, we look up at different stars--
No longer aligned.
The love fades.
I want the supernova,
The burning clash,
The black hole of apathy.
Not this slow death, passion dimming,
Unsure when to start holding on.
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Author:
Chris Medina (
Offline) - Published: April 27th, 2026 22:33
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
We have been cultured into the belief that a supernova is out there for all of us but they are exceedingly rare. Well written
Thank you!
You are most welcome
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