When the games turn to ash

I am crushed
disappearing into the dirt, the dust, the dried up bones
of our rusty past.
Why did we forget? That loved and loyal bond,
The ribbons woven between minds
and souls naked in each others eyes.

Years spent and wasted
Hiding in silence, bitter in grieving - every word was a crime scene
filled with mourning and regret. The struggle to find a place to begin,
Until all my innocence was lost on substitutes-
I was just trying to let go of you.

Now I am drowning
under all the poems I never sent you, and everything I wish I said;
That I needed a little saving too If it's not too late,
That it will never be too late for me
If there is something still salvageable,
Beneath this debris.

nice

loveing it im gonna write like that one day

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