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For Better or for Worse

You know how the air just seems to start to feel different early in the morning?

By Kasey LomaxPublished 7 years ago 2 min read
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You know how the air just seems to start

to feel different early in the morning.. or

late at night? Foreign, almost?

That's sorta how my heart felt the day that

you woke up and stopped loving me

I remember the way that the sun was

shining dimly, as if muffled, and the wind

kept blowing away the things I wasn't

brave enough to say

I think I had felt myself fade away

I knew that you'd be leaving, I had always

known that eventually you'd grown tired of

the things I did that you once enjoyed

The day that it happened, your eyes melted into everyone else's, and my

expression immediately went blank

I knew that there were no combination of

words I could say, or actions I could do to

try that would get you to stay

I knew you had crossed over this

imaginary line and on the other side was

everyone that used to love me, and I've

never been able to bring anyone back

No matter how hard I try, I've never been

able to make them love me back

Instead you just remind me of my shortcomings, taint every moment

with our agonizing memories and the

awful things you did to me

So you blame your manipulation and

abuse on the people that hurt you, you

take the knife they left in your back and

you shove it into mine

And you continue to stab me more every

day and every night

But I hang on, I stitch my wounds up so

you don't have to watch me bleed, I smile

through the pain

Everyone starts to tell me I'm too good to

endure this pain, that I deserve better,

You see everyone always wants to tell you

that you deserve better when you're getting the worst

And that's what you were to me, the worst

Because you didn't just kill me, you know

that? You didn't just kill me, you took everything I was able to call mine and you

took it with you, you took it over that line

You left me gasping for air under the

pressure of your expectations, you left me

to burn alive in the fire of your broken

promises and regulations

So don't you tell people that you loved me,

don't you play the victim and lay in my

grave, because I have a scar that

counteracts every lie that you state

And people like you just don't deserve to forget, people like you don't deserve a clean slate

sad poetry
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Kasey Lomax

just another 23yr old freelance writer

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