wounds

at my lowest.

lonesomeness absorbs me completely 

exhausted 

aimless
in healing 

a foolish heart that loved you unconditionally. 

longing is but a terrible liar 

i wish i never knew you

never entertained a thought of you

sheltered safe from the likes of you 

at my lowest. 

i clothe memories with false legacy 

& 

i build you up into something you never were

i swallow distrust with air

losing myself to dark corners 

again.

at my lowest. 

you are the reason my heart trembles 

in fear 

in disbelief 

anxious at the possibility of 

promised happiness. 

a touch of momentary bliss

surrounded 

by a sure fate of suffering 

love is but a grieved eternity 

burdened with forgotten wounds, uncovering 

with cowardly spite 

with tearful anger
abandoned cries & cries

of

hard & settled

unforgiveness.