Through
she drifts away
slowly, bit by bit,
ever so slightly,
she gravitates
her presence is missing
and there's a hole in my day
where she used to be
part of me, left with her
tearing away, breaking free
the intensity has faded
into dull strangers
walking casually by in the hallway
late for something more important
our lives separate,
once united, now pulled apart
she'd had enough
and now I'm done lying
I'm through.
5 comments:
I don't understand what she is lying about. But I love the descriptions. You are talented writer.
Though it makes me feel really mad alike that the way the poem makes me feel.
I think that you are such an amazing writer, and I love all your depressing poems. Nice job "Blank."
This poem really makes you think. It doesn't straight up give you the full story, so you kind of have to make it up yourself. I love writing that does that.
I love how it doesn't tell you the full story and so you kind of have to make the story up yourself.
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