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I Know Not
You hailed a soft goodbye
My brain was slow to form its thoughts
But it gathered them regardless
And I tossed them out into a universe of
smoldering ashes
where flames were once so loud, but now they
lay here, yielding a mere whisper
What is night- if you are not the moon?
What is day- if you are not the heat?
What is the point of loving myself- if you
are not here to love me?
I know not.
It has been two weeks
Two weeks and I've barely caught my breath
Two weeks, and I'm already dead
I wear the cliche of being crushed so profoundly
and I wear it with complete honesty
with my heart on my forehead and my eyes like a war zone
I'm still not even near feeling good about this
What is this???
Is this some poor pathetic excuse to roll over and play dead?
Is this some formidable pursuit of love that I've failed in?
Is it my fault that you are too stupid to see what you had?
I know not.
But I know, I'm better than that
