Inside
I remember the touch of your skin
Inside
I remember you lying next to me
I guess I thought it was meant to be
Oblivious to what everyone else could see
All it took was for you to call my name
Didn't understand I was just a pawn in your game
Now I realise that I'll never be the same
You've changed me in ways I can't explain

Inside
I think of all the harsh words I said
Inside
I wonder if it still troubles you, at the back of your head
I hope you're far away, moved on to new shores
You've left me feeling like I've never done before
I've asked for forgiveness, but only in my dreams
My guilt overflowing, gushing in streams

One day maybe I'll let you see
Just what's brewing inside of me
Only then will I be set free

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i found
her alone
seated amid
sumptuous shelter
crafted of a most clement
terracotta watching
as those chaotic
worldspun towers
whirled around, piercing
through vehement welkin
then stretching down
to ground level.
they went
weaving through the coils
of an ethereal copper jungle
and gifting her skin
with bruises
as they
fled—
each one,
the sputum
of a septic recess
that was ceaseless
in its diction
of ruses
in her
head.
some
people
called her
the dark passenger,
yet she talked herself idyllic
using only stolen words.
only
twenty
years old?
what a mess!
several life events
had her under
duress
that augural
September day.
she was depressed
yet she was
pressing
answers
from the void
beneath the drop—
a top-to-bottom
nonsensical
blessing;
funneling logic
behind such curtains
had her stressing out daily.
she grew arrogant and twisted
with the shifting of seasons;
she grew humbled
and wary
for the worst
of reasons.
her life
had become
a shell in every sense,
but it made sense
in the utmost
of naïve and
senseless
respects
...
then
I opened
my mouth
to speak
again.