DISDAIN
Disturbed cannot adequately describe
All this hostility, you fuel, that is hidden inside
My hands are nothing to the power of heartache
You are the one who engulfed my mistake
You sent nothing in turn for the love lost
I ,in turn, turned my feelings into cold frost
Sent away not in word, but deed
This was internal and I started to bleed
The blood pooled up around me
While you got on with your life
I gently tried to gather the broken pieces, you cut like a knife
Constant stain that always follows me
It is the bereavement of how things used to be
More jagged and sharper than I ever felt
Was the point, that made my joy melt.
Gone today, yet lingering tomorrow
Always, forever, no escape, truly ever.
Wishing it all had been a bad dream and happened , never.
MswR ❤
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