
i'm losing you,
and it's effortless.
that's it. no fanfare, nothing. no screaming. no arguments. no professions of love/hatred, followed by a sweeping orchestral piece as one leaves the other.
no rain.
no snow.
no tears.
no laughter.
my breaking heart has been muted by the overwhelming silence of your indifference. hear that tapping, that ticking, that ohsosoft beat that presses against your ears? it's only my heart ripped in twain by my own resigned calamitous calm.
there lies my heart, uninjured, only neglected.
there i lie, living proof of the old adage.
not only does absence make the heart grow fonder, but also as delicate as a baby's breath.
goodbye my muse.
goodbye my indulgent laughter.
goodbye my affectionate smile.
goodbye my love.
the end.
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Wow. Beautiful.
"When the people begin to reason, all is lost" - Voltaire
That's absolutely gorgeous.
That's absolutely gorgeous. The only two things (and these are a. nit-picky and b. totally opinion based) I'd change is the slash in love/hatred to an or, so it reads "love or hatred" and the "heart ripped in twain" to "heart ripped in two." Twain seems a bit like you're TRYING to sound lyrical, instead of just effortlessly BEING lyrical like the rest of it. That and it jolted me out of the rhythm of the piece a bit, but do what you see fit.
not to sound rude, but i
not to sound rude, but i wasn't presenting this as a lyrical piece, i was writing this because i was trying to cope with the fact that i had lost contact with a very dear friend.
sorry it wasn't to your liking.
"She's Trouble with a capital T, that rhymes with P, that stands for Pussy."
I'm envious of your ability
I'm envious of your ability to take difficulties in your life and shape them into things so beautiful.