You won't get it til you've got it and by then it's too damn late,
cos all the insecurities and spotlight have got you twisted up with hate.
Not sure what things I've said or done to bring your shade at me,
now the ghost of us is lingering and I just want to set it free.
But I care too much about the silence when you've long since fled the scene,
its echo electrocutes me til my skull splits and the void takes all my screams.
I'm left a wary, shallow husk, confused and seeking closure,
while you creep along searching for your next victimless exposure.
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Comments (12)
I'm guessing there is someone in mind and I don't know who but I'm sorry for that huskness.
Welcome. At least we both know we're not alone.
Powerful and intense
Bold, brilliant, and heartbreaking💔
Some people just don’t know how to appreciate what a treasure they have until it’s too, late. I hope you are all right? Sending you good vibes🌻🥰
Are you okay, my sweet fear friend? 🥺 This is so sad 🥺
“its echo electrocutes me til my skull splits and the void takes all my screams.“ Love it! Powerful manipulation of words. Another gem!
"now the ghost of us is lingering and I just want to set it free." I felt that. Excellent words, my friend.
How can one not relate to this line ‘now the ghost of us is lingering and I just want to set it free.’ What a beautiful visual of ‘void’. You paint
The void. Avoid the void.
Damn, fuck. Heather, this slaps, as the yout' says! As Kelli said, preach it. I love the skull line...so visceral.
Yes, preach it!!