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Dec 10
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You, Me, and an Open Grave

I prayed this day would never come.
​The day I said good bye.
You were my life.
My love.
My drive. 
I thought we were okay. 
You promised me you were okay.
I tired my best to keep you safe. 
Yet, you took the gun.
​I never saw you again.

​A suicide they said. 
A body found in the middle of the woods.
At first a missing persons case, now a tragic death.
I knew we were both broken.
​But that's what made us whole.
​You stitched me together, all my imperfections made perfect by your touch. 
​You healed my heart with every embrace. 
You made me believe again.

​Now you leave me here, alone and shattered. 
​My heart left in this grave. 
​If I could just have gotten one more day,
​One more day. 

You promised you were fine. 
​You promised you would talk to me!
You promised you would get help!
Were my words not enough?
Was our love not enough to live for?
​You took my world and broke it apart.
​Leaving me to pick up the pieces. 

​I knew you were hurting. 
​I knew you were dead inside. 
​But you know what, I was too!
You selfishly took your life without thinking of me!
​Did you even think of me when you took that gun?
​Did you even think of us when you pulled that trigger?

​When I had woken up that morning, you were not there.
​I walked downstairs and called you name, but you never called back.
A note left on the kitchen table: 
"Went for a walk, be back later:)"
"Later" I had thought. "He will be back soon" 
But that later never came.
That later became a forever.
​
​I cried for days for you!
Until I couldn't breath.
​I know you'll never leave me now,
​your ghost haunts me forever.

​I still love you through and through.
I'll love you till me heart runs out. 
I stand here now, without you here.
​Alone. 
​Now it's just you, me, and an open grave.



 
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  1. eulusivepurplepanda
    Dec 10, 2017

    HI! Sorry for being so morbid on this one. I don't know if this is going to get deleted for being too dark. I might revise later.

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  1. Nightheart
    Dec 11, 2017

    Wow, this poem is very sensitive and you feel the character's, (or your) pain as if we were experiencing this. Thank you for sharing!

    "remember, we are infinite"

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