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Piles
Another junk pile of dissapointment
Laid at my feet.
Clouding my already cloudy horizon
Battered hopes and bruised ego
caught on shards of fuck you
I was always kinder gentler and more patient
You said shit is above me,
Above me.
Shit is above me and now you're below me
What does that say?
It was too much
to let me hold on to the one shred of feeling
I had left.
Your casual and complete disregard of me
A natural state.
Far too easy for a genuine apology
Not that it makes any difference
I've broken every last olive branch
I cried my last drop of care
I've bled my last gave a fuck
Forgotten what feeling felt like
No heart strings left to cut
Now there's only fade to numb
Admiration flipped its guts inside out to disgust
You never did anything I truly asked
Never truly valued anything I did
I suffered in silence
While you slashed my back
Thrashed my pride and
Took my love for a ride
You Stole my highs
And dug my lows
Buried me under dissapointments
Your lack of effort gave forewarning
My tolerance is past worn thin
You've killed me with your tantrumised expectations
Your betrayal of my trust as easy as breathing
What else is there but a wasteland of expectant love
Cruel is too kind a word for your manipulation
You call it love
I call it the death of me
Just a ghost in the shell.
Bravo, take a bow
I've come undone
And I dont know how to do my self up
The colours are gone
And so are the songs
I dont have it in me to fight any more
Love died and we just let it go
And I honestly thought I'd die
But I don't give a fuck.
the essence in four lines
I've bled my last – give a fuck
Forgotten what feeling felt like
No heart strings left to cut
Now there's only fade to numb
This – this is the brilliant heart of it.
These four lines are the perfect poem, just by themselves.
Feeling this! It must have
Feeling this! It must have felt like an enormous weight being lifted as you wrote this. Sometimes we need such catharsis and it helps others who can relate feel less alone.
And it sounds like you’re much better off with the "pile" out of the way.
Love and Light and every happiness to you, my gifted friend.
Love (its complicated)
Deep hurt only comes from deep love and comitment. Catharsis is right on the money. There's more to come im sure but the focus has shifted there is another c*nt on the horizon. Thankfully appreciation is also agood habit i need more good habits and to take note way more often of the beautiful moments i have killed and could kill... family is a tough gig. That's why it's worth it. Lobe and blessingss be reading you soonxx
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."