Saturday, April 25, 2015

fallen muse

one by one my heroes fall
until there's nothing left to look up to
to hold onto
and i wonder if i should stop
trying to keep people alive.
alive for what?
more of this?

i loved you. 
i loved you!
how could you do this?
why didn't you tell me?
how did i not see it
in you or in her?
is this my fault
for not noticing
or for opening the gate?
i don't even know how to feel anymore.
i loved you and wanted you for so long
it is hard to reconcile that
with this


all this music,
all these places,
all these memories are yours.
i don't know what to do with them.
truly you become a ghost,
there's this hole,
aching, bleeding,
and i'm broken and furious.

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