Cursive and entwined
I see these words
I wrote so long ago.
Empty suicide notes
And bitter poetry
That were flowing
In animosity
Among your hatred
Against all I ever was.

My happiness was lingering
In the hallways
As you pushed the button
To the elevator,
I took the stairs.
A race it would seem
But to me
It was more rather
Life or death
To my poetic
Remembrance.

With false accusations
And unknown fallacies
I ended in your arms
Alone
And cold to the touch.
A place I thought was warm
Was a bitter morgue
That I often visited;
Every morning to be exact.

Your bed was distant
And I was pushed aside
From any love
I held for you.
Those nights
Were simply lust
And nothing more;
How I wish it was more...

I close my eyes one
Final time
To imagine
The freedom among
The glorious stars.
My eyes open
And there I see
Another above me.
I glanced again
To see this stranger
In fear it was you
I then heard his voice.

Now in love with
A gentle soul
Collaborated and contagious
I see love
In it's truest form.
I see truth
In constant phrases.
I see what I've written
In red lettered pages.
 
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