Some days I wonder,
What’s the point,
Why fight, why yell insults back and forth,
Does it even matter any longer?
We’ve both felt this way for a long timeGoing back and forth on the promises we held dear so long ago,
I feel as though they don’t hold the same flame to our dying candle,
The devil I was drawn to,
The bad boy I feel in lust with,
A monster I could never learn to love,
Because he didn’t understand my definitions of love,
Or how they differed from his,
Give up,
This is all we can be, are meant to be,
Stop calling out to me in your desperation,
Because I can’t satisfy your cravings,
They’re too dark, too horrifying to express,
And I can’t be beholden to them anymore.
Some days I truly wonder,
Where did we think we were going,
Amongst the chaos and destruction…
Did we think we’d make it out alive?
Or unchanged,
Because we should have known better,
We always did,
Or at least used to…
Love your profound thoughts!
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Thank you 😊
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My pleasure 😊
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Love this just had one of these moments yesterday. Connections
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Thank you ☺️
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Oh my goodness! I declare, this is more than a poem, if I may dare.
Sometimes there is no point, and you said it so well. 🙂
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haha well thank you so much!
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I feel the anger and frustration. Well written
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thank you 🙂
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That image you used is an illustration of sleep paralysis-that’s what comes to my mind whenever I see that.
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Thanks for letting me know! I can see how you would think so
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You’re welcome.
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I know this feeling and you describe it well. Good luck. Thank you for the poem – I love a poem from the heart.
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Thank you so much!
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