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It took me a month to get over A 3 month relationship One that was manipulative But I still loved him. Even for such a short time. I know, God I know, But I cannot control How fast I fall! He was gentle at first That’s how he drew me in But he became aggressive
The frost nips me as I try not to remember, As if it were the bleak December It is the center of spring time Should the suns warmth Not yet be at its prime? You sleep so peacefully While I’m up still worried about Losing the best part of me. You don’t even have to
I still have more to give for a life that we could live. But we are victims of theft. And there isn’t still much left. My heart still yearns for you, But my head thinks we are through, I am just not sure what is more, Everything we could try, we’ve tried before. Still, there
“I have been chasing so long to rediscover what we had, It’s not that we failed each other, Or did something bad, But it comes to a point In the moment of heat, Where what we seek Is an impossible feat. We’ve grown up now, but the line isn’t so clean. Our happiness has fallen
We were so close So close to losing it all, Will we rise from the fall? Did we make the right call? Being on the edge, The edge from failing to yearn, Is it our love we earn? Or is it time we learn? To love and let go Let go Of what we had
The sane man lives in bliss, A life of ignorance, He does not question beyond His own comprehension. The sane man lives by the rules, A life without philosophy. The sane man cannot fathom Being unhappy. The sane man believes in love And the power of time To heal a broken heart And a broken
My truth is exposed to the world, to simmer in the atmosphere. I’ll keep speaking out with my toes curled from the anxiety within, until I’ve hurled, no longer am I alone but still I am stuck here. My reality is so easily able to crash down, no matter how much I beg to be
Am I still free with my heart left open? That feeling of being alone I can feel no more than the simple prick of a finger where my blood pours from. Really, the draining of my heart is the one thing I cannot stop. Is the one thing I cannot stop really the draining of
When I think of what to say I hope the words come to me, and stay with me for the day. For my heart will start to sway, when I think of being free, with the words I cannot say. My tears are here to betray, As a simple sign, the key, that
I imagine in the future, a not so distant one, a toddler on my hip, sucking his thumb, whispering in my ear, ‘Mommy Mommy” What is it, baby? “What is that?” What is what, baby? He points to the screen. My computer, baby. “No silly mommy” “What’s on the computer?” You mean those words, baby?
Sy Redemption 