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In a strange mood tonight, I decided to channel a combination of emotions, frustrations, and angst into a new poem.

It’s not my usual bubbly, optimistic self, so feel free to navigate away if you were looking for a chuckle. 🙂

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And so it ends.

 

Not with an argument,

no glory in the battle of who’s right

or who’s wrong.

 

It dwindled,

A fierce campfire consuming itself so

voraciously

that it’s reduced to

ashes

as quickly as it began.

Marshmallows burnt black

Leaving the inner sugar still crystallized with ice.

 

Exactly as I feared,

Lust is ethereal.

Fleeting.

 

Even the shiniest objects

lose their luster

after you’ve played

with them for a while.

 

You say we had something

special. 

That I was your muse

and you were my

mentor.

 

That I was the one you could

share anything with.

 

You’ve taught me that

I’d rather hold it all in,

bursting at the seams,

than share

with someone who

listens only to pass the time

until his turn to speak.

 

And so it ends.

 

Not with a fight.

No fists flying with rage or rejection,

no visible bruises for the hurt inside.

 

On your terms

or on mine?

Is there really a victor

when the heart is involved?

 

Loving you was
exhausting
but feeling loved by you was so
pleasing,
validating,
fulfilling.
It almost made the pain worthwhile.

And so it ends.

 

I think we’re both relieved.

 

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I vow to return to my normal optimistic self tomorrow!

Until then,

~ Victoria Elizabeth