The Scars That Remain

Dead In My Throat

Words - Skylar Grey

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I hate regrets but most of all, I hate this choking silence

The coals and dry wood I heaped between us

With every "I'll call you back", and "can't talk now", I said

With every suffocating silence we experienced

Reaching out to each other but never being close enough

Those coals, now fire burning brightly between us

Ruining the bridges we built together from the ground up

Destroying the evidence of our deep longing for each other

With all the words that I should have said, but never did.

I wish I could extinguish them now with soothing words

And simmering self-change proof actions

But

I am unable to speak, my mouth can no longer form words

The guilt weighs heavily on my chest

And my once loud voice is now dead in my throat

So I whisper wordless apologies to the harmattan breeze

swaying the branches of the large Oak tree

In hope that your ears catch these wordless apologies

and the whispers fill the void I dug in your heart

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A/N: Hello !!! I'm so sorry for being MIA. I had a lot on my plate in the past few days. I attended a friend's wedding plus I wrote a French examination (which I aced btw 😉)

I hope you enjoy reading this post, it was written with lots of love.

Also while I was away I entered a writing contest, click the link below to check it out. Vote if you can.

https://100wordsafrica.com/no-shame/

Je vous aime beaucoup
TheDarkChocolate1