locked in their worlds he brushes away the emptiness with a flick of his wrist she is sitting in the darkness dripping with confusion a violence growing in her mind. she inhales on whatever is in the air holding the hate in her lungs as she burns the rest of her sanity and watches the smoke blow out the window he has left with the sun scared of the feeling he feels inside her and as she watches him run out the back door she sings along with the voice in her head and she laughs.... for she has found herself.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this on the fourth of July and it was the first real
poem that i actually felt when i read it and it inspired me
to write more, and i want to share that feeling with everyone
who will listen. Thank you for listening.
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