I try to justify the pain in me
By pretending to remember the bad;
but I can't stay true to myself
By living this disguise.
(It's the...
Ache.)
The pain consumes the very core of me
And spreads like icy waves throughout
my chest.
Unreal, the waves taste like broken
promises on my tongue.
Cutting a hole in what was once an
ocean of your words,
I feel the depth of the knife
Descending further into this
nothingness.
Cruel world to grant me temporary
satisfaction; its sheltering arms
now a web of brittle branches
that support me no more.
Please tell me what you think
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lovely write!
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