Ghosting is comfort over courage,
despair chosen instead of strength.
Their silence is not your measure,
but the red of their despair,
a hollow echo of emptiness.
Choose yourself.
Accept the reality.
For love that hides in shadows
was never meant to hold your light.
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Author:
ELIORA💕✨ (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
This poem seems a poetic challenge to face up to what one has created and what is out there
Always quite happy when people ghost me, especially if it's near christmas, saves me money.
Sadly, like boomerangs they make their way back.
I love this one.
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