“The person who tries to live alone will not suceed as a human being. His heart withers if it does not answer another heart. His mind shrinks away if he hears only the echoes of his own thoughts and finds no other inspiration.” - Pearl S. Buck
I wade through the darkness that’s fallen around me like a shroud
With my arms outstretched trying to find something to grab a hold of
That will steady me from the murkiness trying to carry me away
To find a place I can come undone but the night seems endless
I am surrounded by the empty silence that slowly envelops me
Where all of my pain bleeds out
Into something I can no longer contain
We drifted apart and I am left hollow
You are there to haunt my dreams with your faceless apparition
I can still feel you through the distance
Your voice, just a distant echo
I am left here clinging to your lies disguised as promises
Surrounded by images of candid polaroids I want to burn
Your intention was to deceive and it will never be the same again
Cause I don’t know how to hide this pain
I am done falling for you
Time and time again, you threw it all away
This feeling won’t let me go
You don’t see what you’ve made me
When you smile at me like it’s the very first time
And I fall to my knees again
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Erin Barteski
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