The way you felt relief, happiness and lack of defeat, when they said they cared and would pretend to hold you to your feet.
The way your smile would tweak, at the demanding stinging at your heart, when unveiled all truth; if only you'd figured it out from the start.
The way hope lingered, contempt with having someone who was never actually there or gave enough to even care.
The way your heart was ripped apart, slightly the stitching unwound, and everything left a unpleasant destroyed mess on the ground.
The way lack of presence lingered yet not enough, and the sadness of realisation that you were just that used to, Did it make the recovery seem more tough?
The way you see your place in it's old place demanding presence and support, but tell me how many times can you take of this anymore?
The way it'll crawl into your mind, flicking on pictures; blooming like summer colours, reminding you of the abandoned warmth of it all.
Betrayed.
How many more of these losses and dull painful feelings, before your contempt with true bindings and faithful healing?
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Nobody's Silent Saviour
PoetryA selection of poems on varying topics, none of which are for the faint hearted. Some pieces touch on some personal experiences but most are just fictional writing in which I've attempted to be spontaneous and take on a different perspective or expe...
