Poet-Tree

"SEMITONES IN THE MOURNING DEW"

Don't give yourself away
Even the breaking of each heart
Into separate teardrops
I only think of you in slivers
when I DO think back
to " once upon a time"
nostalgia constitutes Rivers
sound the alarm !
give some part of me
a chance to evacuate the area
because thoughts of the past
That pass ...
Alas
the back of my mind is no safe place to bury " us "
even if I weren't on fire now
somehow
I'd figure out who didn't blow the candle out?
who knocked it down?
And left the blanket out on the ground?
but even if I did find out
i'd still know that our "us"
has burned all the way down

I still think of things
inside that house that I really enjoyed
occasionally
i forget the hate
I hold under you at all times
before my pupils teach (eye) I
that pain exists too
and is as it is
life is sad sometimes
and other times
We lose it

Sometimes
amputations seems to be the only option with you
And yes
i bet that forgetting you would be nice
except the majority of my life I was never without you
So without you
i do as i like
or would if i knew how to
memories have your stain on them now
i can't smell anything else
as I mosey through our old place
I can still see you
i've gone through my phone
To finally delete your ringtone
But I usually end up playing on a loop
(just for me though)
because I don't want you around
But I play it still
because I don't want you to go

Love and hate
translated into any other state
wouldn't mix well
but with you
it blends so perfectly
and fills any open wounds as it flows
you were my unusable inkwell
I can no longer prevent these walls from collapsing
The dam will break
in both eyes
and my sadness will break all the way down
Recycled, somehow
Into a broken heart
A solid memory
a moment you love to try to forget
But you will always keep away
you know something's not right here...

we couldn't see the future together
when we were us
cuz you turned off the light
no taking back what you've already done
just to act as tho there wont be another one...

I dont want to love you anymore.

only the sun will my morning hold from now on
Hope fully you can copy the grass and its dew
and fade away...
as if you were never there to begin with

-M.Pender

Kenopsia (noun)*:
The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that's usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet..

(" I don't like this feeling at all ")

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