The Aftermath

Based on a true story B)

I’m the hurt you think of when songs come on

I’m the thought that makes you spark up

Why is this okay?

Maybe I’m the fool to settle for this

To feel it strongest in my quietest hours

And to see it hovering in my loudest

Let me breathe

Please

The silence is deafening

While the words are earth shattering

Where do we stand?

Amongst all the decrepit land, nothing is stable

No solid footing is truly solid at all

Stances made clear leave more questions

Whilst bringing more silence

Is it all really worth it?

Nevertheless, push it down

I cannot joust any decision among another in grief

My other in grief

Please stop hurting

Stop letting the pain run throughout these caverns

You wanted them dry, don’t let the blood run

But don’t try to swallow your pride; you never will

I hope it wasn’t pointless to you

I let my washes run; flooding almost

Not with control but rather the lack of

I have become a being enveloped in akrasia yet again

All the blame I can cast will do no good

Your eyes haven’t seen all that is to offer

What can I expect

Not that you may see it the way that I do

But that you’ll do as you see fit to see it your way

Believe me; I am confused

I feel lost
Your pain to be washed off has splashed onto me

Concreted itself on my bare skin

Eroded deep into my veins

Taken home in my heart and lungs

Breathing in this pain amongst other substances

It’s my agenda, pain

Hell, it may as well be my best friend too

At least it’s always been there

Oh but my mind must stay pure

To gain sympathy is a twisted technique

One you think I abuse

One you believe is part of me

One you truly think is who I am

I’d do it all different if I could

If you’d let me

But as time has no business in reminding me, your mind is made up

While I wait for the wind the twist at my fingertips
It’s busy being swayed by you

So I’ll let it

But my heart will make me wait

While my mind wants to drift down my own path

This is none of my business and it may never be again

But my words are from the heart

And I know yours are too.

Reviews

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may i ask few question
someones life campare only your thoughts,whats import? life or your thought ?
that someone has becoz cant see you, for this long
all the miss you
all tears screamed for you
all the......,
so too sad all this love you have give to her becomes most deadly cancer. and she still forgives you becoz how much she loved you.
you show her the most valuable lesson and each step taught her with patient, she knows them all, she knows how painful you are tho you never let her see.

but... whats important roddy.
is really even i die , you are still insist with you word that you built

even thats