tension
you built upon a lie
you stare at me
like i'm guilty of a crime.
i know what i've done,
and i know i was right.
i can't disappear
no matter how i try
the coldness
behind your golden eyes
is nothing to me
it's hard to recognize.
maturity
seems emotionless
my only love
remains indifferent
it's just a memory now, no point in holding on.
Funny how we think that of
Funny how we think that of the women we love/loved. There was a time that all I could write off and think of was the girl. And immortalising my feelings sometimes served to stifle and anchor me in place while she moved on. Perhaps writing in hindsight has distinct advantages, emotion-wise. Thanks for sharing.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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