Communication is key
When we communicated I was not left wondering what I had done wrong
I was not wondering why
The truth, hit me like a bullet in the dark night
But that bullet allowed for healing
It's removal was rough, as the nights went on
Your absence surrounding me, silence the loudest sound. Screaming in anger at your faulty reasoning. Listening to the waves crash against the shore
My mind arguing with what you viewed as intellect
You were keeping yourself safe, you were afraid of falling for my brown eyes. The thought of never kissing my lips again frightened you, so you faced your fears and became indestructible
as much as your words hurt my soul
I am no longer wondering why and am thriving
Communication healed my soul and mended my heart strings
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Her mind..
PoetryA journey through her mind, her struggles; her pain, her heart, her soul and her mind, all expressed through words.
