The sun sets past the moon.
The moon rises past the sun.
The same thing, spoken differently.
I love you.
You are my heart.
Both convey a deep care…or so they should.
You can’t always trust the words, no matter how they’re spoken.
You can’t always trust the love that they claim to bear for you.
You can’t always trust the way your heart guides you, no matter how desperate.
They were so awful to me,
And yet
They seemed to care.
They manipulated,
Twisted,
Hurt,
And destroyed me.
And yet I can't
Seem to let them go.
Even knowing
How badly they could
I'm scared.
I can't believe we're here
Again.
I can't believe this is reality
Again.
Four years
They say.
It's only four years.
But it's four years
Of a living hell for me.
They laugh
The sorrow I know
Is like no other.
It is too deep
Too raw
Too real.
And as I stand here
Within its everlasting clutches
I find little bursts of hope.
And these little burst of light
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