Forsaken Me (By Cat Matchuk)
I had to move on for the sake of me
despite the aching blow.
Rip apart this identity to flee,
outcast for needing to go.
I had to move on for the sake of me
despite the aching blow.
Rip apart this identity to flee,
outcast for needing to go.
You jumped over my heart to get to the moon,
during this leap you slipped.
I asked, how long?
you answered, soon,
to my heart so bruised and flipped.
I wanted to leave, but my body wouldn’t let me.
The strength to stand wasn’t there, and I feared to die in this house of hallways.
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It finally happened; the girl’s gone mad.
It took one moment, took all that she had,
and amid the sunken stars that fell from the sky,
you can sift through them, find reasons to cry.
She was meant to bloom,
to plant her feet in the dirt and grow.
She can’t get comfortable,
but wants to throw out
a sober retelling of emotions.
Fill my lines so you appear busy.
Mundane tasks
They look important,
but they are
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It has been years since I knew who I was.
What I stood for,
and now I fall, I believe no longer.
I protect no one.