A Story of Growth

Oh, just let this end
Let my heart break just once
Please, stop entrapping me as you do so well
I can't even write anymore.
Depression causes this block.
Inspiration ceases... my thoughts lock
Metaphors are scarce when I hate to love.
Similes are simply unheard of.
A worthy sentence is lost in the wind
To be picked up by the next wanderer.
Quoted precisely and tangles your heart
Butterflies will flutter as paper will cut her.
And blood spills to floors as it always does
But not after it soars as if it was
TRUE.
Staining the ground you leave a trail
Wanting to be found you do set sail
Full speed ahead we'll be caught crew!
This time he's dead...but you never knew.
Years have passed, you decided to return
Feeling harassed and looking stern
You see a grave and a once promising man
He gave and gave yet you still ran.
It seems he snatched out his gaunt soul
Then patched his chest, and filled it with coal.
This is a story that shouldn't have been told
This is a story of love grown cold
This is a story of endings.
A story of grief and a story of relief.
If asked to choose never say both
This is a story of growth.