As days go by,
You fade away,
Slowly, little by little,
And hopefully one day all will be gone.
I suck at poems,
That is true,
That's why I didn't bother,
To try and rhyme any of these.
And I'm happy that I'll be able to vanquish the person that didn't exist and shouldn't exist at all.
Even though it'll hurt, its all for the best.
Its all for the best, I'll tell myself.
And hopefully one day, one day, I'll be able to find my Henry, John, Michael, William and Jesse.
That day, will be day, I'll be free from your clutches.
I can't wait for that day to happen.
But this voice in me keeps saying, "No it won't. No one will ever love you."
And I go crashing down all over again.
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Crush
Short StoryCrush (verb or noun) 1. deform, pulverize, or force inwards by compressing forcefully. 2. violently subdue (opposition or a rebellion). 3. a crowd of people pressed closely together. 4. a brief but intense infatuation for someon...
