GROWTH IS AN APOCALYPSE
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i know growing up doesn't come
without growing apart,
but i didn't expect the change
to be quite so severe:
not an argument, an apocalypse;
not a separation, a rupture,
a bleeding gash in
the skin of our lives.
we were soulmates.
until we weren't,
until every shared word
became a flaming sword,
until every single chord
linking us broke,
then burned.
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Ghosts Lost & Winter Found
Poetrywhen you steal all that's evil and bury it underground: these are our ghosts lost and this is our winter found. collected poems from 2017 [ © 2017 by shaye ]
