you said some things, i said some things, and now look where we are? just two lost souls swimmin in a fish bowl, year after year. now how have we found, found ourselves here.
miscommunication, ending in sadness
leading to the fight
that ends it all.
piece by piece,
small flecks of the red paint,
that once was love,
once so bright,
flake away,
chipping away to sever the bond,
fear and sadness,
confusion.
madness,
distaste, regretful behaviour
and now it leaves us here.
looking over our shoulders,
into the eyes,
that used to hold such precious gems.
parting ways
endless days.
all to lead to false intimacies,
and the handshakes that will never bring back the feelings that once serged in the veins,
cold,
limp,
meaningless handshakes.
when I write I hear beats in my head, I write to the rhythm of my internal drum. sweet like sugar, and raw to the bone. ;RAWSUGAR;
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