The Depth Of Anger
I tell myself“don’t remember”
To keep from thinking of you.
The memories of you are like Falling
into the depths of my own mind.
You want to be friends
And that’s what I’ll do.
But I’m
Our past.
Haunted by the scenes projected on
My mind.
The lips.
The hands.
The eyes.
The eyes that look into mine
And see
ME.
The looks you gave,
The stares you kept,
The words you said that flowed
From your lips like
Honey.
But the sweet coding decade away
And left me dyeing.
My soul has wounds and bruises from
Every time you hit and run.
Those words are burning down these walls.
Those word meant for you.
Our love was the sun
But it burnt out a
Long time ago.
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