Already done.

 

The trees are all bent,
The wind is howling over,
The storm is yet to come,
But the damage is already done.

I offer you peace but you give me conflict,
I bleed my heart out, but yours is running dry,
The battle cry hasn’t been given yet,
But your guard is already up.

The soldiers are ready,
The Cavalry is on guard,
The war hasn’t started yet,
But the bloodshed is already done.

Darling, I never meant to start a war.
But now I’m going to end it.

In Mourning.

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Today I mourn,
All the things that I lost.
Things that never belonged to me in the first place.
I’ll list it in no particular order,
So here it goes.

Love.
Dreams.
Happiness.
And laughter.

Children.
Peace.
Joy.
And a happily ever-after.

Of all the things I lost and
The ones that left me feeling like a ghost,
You come a close second.
But if I’m being honest, I miss myself the most.

Saviour.

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 I have been fighting long and hard to keep your memories away.

I’ve built huge walls to protect the fort that guards my heart.
Dug a moat so deep that hell has begun to leak out.

But you always find a way to sneak in.
Through tiny cracks and sometimes massive gaps.

Everything outside the fort is on fire,
Everything inside is freezing over.

I keep hoping you’ll come save me,
Knowing very well that only I can save myself.

Beginning of the end.

Dear You,

I think it’s time to go.

I leave behind memories and love, but I hope I have taken away all the sadness.

Don’t let the pain blind you, don’t let it change you. Let it gently lead you to the path you were always meant to walk.

I have loved you from a distance, I have loved you from close. And now I must learn to love you from wherever I am going. Or perhaps, not love you at all.

Dear You,

It’s time to go.

Living dead

We don’t just bury the dead.

Sometimes those alive are laid to rest too,

In ways that we never thought we would.

Some days we bury their thoughts,

Unbearably beautiful, warm hands that kept yours safe.

Other days we bury their photos,

Unable, unwilling to delete them.

On others we dig deep holes and drop their words,

Their love and smile always follows.

Some days we bury our lives spent together,

But on most days, we quietly bury ourselves.