There will come a time
when your face
will no longer be
on the walls
of my mind
A time
when your name
will not make my heart
skip out of line
A time
when you don’t occupy
so much space
in the idle moments
of my days and nights
A time
when you don’t consume
as much of what’s mine
And when it comes
sweet sweet release
and blessed misery combined
When it comes
I will be left
bereft
with just the memories
the words
the careless lines
When it comes
I will cherish
all that’s passed
and all that’s left behind
In my head
and on this page
our story will be
on full rewind
Erase
Reset
Repeat
Begin again
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Alright listen. The above is depressing. Sure.
But isn’t it pure poetry though? The rhythm slaps. The rhymes are rhyming. The meter is so in the pocket it is just *chef’s kiss*.
Misery just brings out the most beautiful creative bon mots doesn’t it.