You will never get back what you’ve lost, you can only hope that you
Forget what you wanted
And how it made you feel, before you got crushed by desolation
Tag: hurt
Soft Close
We don’t talk anymore; I
Pretend it’s mutual but
It was you who decided.
Perhaps I wasn’t good for
You, though I always tried to
Be good to you. For the best,
I tell myself, while the you
Shaped hole in me aches, empty
Harm Reduction
It makes me itch not
To talk to her, but
I hate myself less
Blight
I planted my misery
Deep in the ground, hoping it
Would die and leave me in peace
Instead it blighted my crops
Withered my orchard, left me
Desolate, dry and barren
Transplant
They have replaced my broken
And tattered heart with a dead
Man’s, so now I can live. But
What will become of my soul?
Vent
Bitter catharsis
Leaves me drained, devoid,
Exhausted, reborn
After the Comeback
I am sure it gave you no
Satisfaction to watch me
Take a fall, and recovery
Was a foregone conclusion.
All the same, have a great life.
Do not talk to me again.
Ragged
You know not how to stitch a
Wound, to tend it so it heals.
You can only twist the knife.
Disclosure and Consequences
I opened the door to the
World, said what I thought and
Believed. I was stomped on and
Crushed. I learned to be what I
Was expected to be. I
Shut and locked the door, tightly.
Herman’s Hermitage 