Better
both relative and subjective
the hurt is becoming
a part of me
as i come to accept
the unacceptable
purge
the unthinkable
swallow
the unspeakable
i am approaching
a reluctant resignation
a promise of peace
born of trauma
deceit and hesitation
invisible wounds
yet wounds
no less
you wanted my better
i needed my best
i trace an aimless path
in small and unsure steps
doubt and apprehension
mock me from behind
i want to see you come home so bad
and yet i fearfully dread your return
we are all so very sorry now
but what have we really learnt?
in that little bit of your heart
where the last glimmer of the candle you hold for me still glows
you knew what this would do to me
but you went and did it any way…
and now the words i need are avoiding me
i simply don't know what to say
About the Creator
Bren
“I know what I mean it to be and respect that someone else may read something entirely different.” Me
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