hardest

I miss you

I molded the best of you
Embraced each bullet
Pretended that was the difficulty of love. 
Each word I write
To the sonnet you sing
Freedom in a moment.
Simply by changing the history
 we were never happy?
Ode to the torment with holding alone fuels my fury. 
As I die
Each fight I find a solution.
Each cry I dry with no resolution
Anger is mine,  loss belongs to dreamer she once knew. 
My child belongs and died with you
But bury the dead. 
Hush their cries
silence the ocean
yet both in thought
murder love suicide
Her heart died at I do.

Reviews

[Tony]

I feel the pain in your words...

[Kat]

Yea this one was written for pain. It actually helped end it