You were there.
You were there at the highs,
You were there at the lows,
You were there in the midst of it all.
However, you weren't there for me —
You were there for her.
You didn't love me,
You loved her.
You kept her in between the tendons of your heart, coiled by each artery,
Moving within the pulse of each and every single rhythm your heart beats to,
And above all, above all of that..
You held her with an unwavering sense of security protected by the tenderness of your rib cage.
You still loved her,
but she wasn't there, and I was here.
December 2016
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The Aspect Of Oblivion
PoetryThe planted seeds of my wretched thoughts and emotions have bloomed their way out onto these pages, birthing a catastrophic garden; a virtue of beauty. A collection of emotions and thoughts documented in words, encompassing a voyage through the laby...
