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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. 🙂
________________________________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
but feeling loved by you was so
It almost made the pain worthwhile. And so it ends. I think we’re both relieved.
I vow to return to my normal optimistic self tomorrow!
~ Victoria Elizabeth