I could hear the words he said in my head.
Wrong.
It was wrong.
No,
I couldn’t be happening.
I said back to him, what I must have not have heard corretly.
“You… don’t… want me?”
I waited for the one word that would deny it, or agree with it.
End my world, or let me continue living.
“No.”
My world was over.
There were no thoughts.
He didn’t want me.
If only he remained.
I would live on.
If the world was gone, black, and destroyed.
But he remained.
I would live on.
He was my sheer purpose for living.
So…
What do you do if your life leaves you?
If your very soul leaves you?
Doesn’t care for you?
Doesn’t want you?
You can’t do anything…
But hope your soul will return.
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Comments
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Holy god .. This was amazing! I could read this poem over a thousand times and I wouldnt get sick of reading it. Simply great (:
Finalists list here you go, lol.
thanks for entering!
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