I wonder how many layers I had to peel
Off you- each layer representing a different part
Of your soul.
We're so complicated, aren't we?
So flawed and impressionable,
Fire at the merest provocation...
We're so selfish.
I wish I could bring you back
From the darkness into which I pushed you.
I didn't mean to
I didn't mean for you to be the chalice
For my deformities, my storms
And yet, I didn't stop you
When you became one.
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A Symphony Of Darkness [WATTYS 2018 LONGLIST] [COMPLETE]
PoetryHighest rank #34 in poetry (26 jan 2018) #1 reverie (11 sept 2018) A young body, an old soul. Sometimes, it is hard not to fall in love with what would eventually become just a memory. Do you hear that? The sound of silence? That's the symphony of t...