Her Absence

She said she don’t love me no more
she hit me with the “its not you its me.”
I got problems thats bigger then the both of us.
I’m so fucking sorry that you couldn’t see the uncertainty and in reality theres no equality in you and me. She said sorry, sorry theres a lot of hurt in me, but Its time to set you free
when she finished, it was much like a eulogy
rest in peace to what we use to be.
Great memories i think this is the end of me
she said we’ll always be friends you see,
But not to me, i don’t accept. You’re worse then the evilest of enemies truthfully you left me because my image didn’t vividly match the description of the image you envisioned
i would try to console you & be that ear to listen, but you’d tell me to mind my business you’d keep your distance. The absence of love has invited me to these prescriptions. My whole world was depleted & pierced from the pain created, she cutes deep.
At night i lose much sleep and when it comes to eating i have no appetite.
I can’t eat, I can’t sleep surrounded by the thoughts of you.
The pain i want it to end, but it remains in continuum. Continually building & breaking the formation of my skin your absence is reality and from this reality I remain engulfed by misery. My soul is indulged in darkness
this is a reality that i wish not to be subdued to.
I feel like a fool whose captivated in a cage
and grief is on full display for the world to view all of this is motivated by you. @OfficialRussaw

A Great Fool

A Great Fool

Its not your fault its mine
I let myself down by thinking you were more
than just the color and quality of your skin
so that ones on me
its just that i got so lost into your fake qualities
over obsessed upon your hazel eyes
until I’ve gotten lost into the depths of your disguise
after many years of dying I’ve lost my color
I still have this blade stuck in my heart
a sharp pain that frequently occurs every fucking moment I think of you
Its torture that never seems to end, it twists, it bends, it breaks the formation of my skin
you played the part so great
you constructed your own stories like a great novelist
oh but don’t worry, your identity to the world will forever remain anonymous
but if you are ever to read this you would know that its directed towards you
its so subliminal
perfectly designed and every fucking line is extremely true
I’m holding no grudges against you
but do you know what you’ve caused?
You’ve caused insecurities within
Now anybody that comes to love me
I’d dog them and push them aside
because of your lines that weren’t actually true
lines that were used against me to get me attached to you
lines and games that clearly has me involved in this cycle
but your happy because you got what you wanted
your only fucking objective was to see me miserable  
Written By Brandon. R 

Abandoned|The Poem|Trimmed Version

ABANDONED 

I’ve lost my grip, I’ve lost my way, I’ve seen things that i wish were only a dream 

deep within my life, it’s wished only to be a dream and once awaken I find my life has not been     forsaken yet at every moment reality weighs in on me

it has a tragic effect pushing me right when I should be going left 
to reality I’m far in dept I’m just that slave that reality looks to collect 
to me it seems my deity has abandon me
 
As my temple deplete my soul seems to remain in pain’s captivity  
but hear this with all of this occurring I’ve finally found my bliss 
fortunately it comes in the form of beauty but unfortunately in such relations its distance is close propinquity to death here I indulges in it’s sinful fruits over looking what will be its conclusions because it’s pleasures is as overwhelming
Here i lay blinded to the facts that this situation is in the vicinity of temporary, a situation that I’ve come to truly treasure, foolish me thinking it would last forever, what a mistake to have drowned in it’s darkened pleasures, pleasures that reality have come to completely rebuttal with  
I lay with deceased dignity as my only sense of joy has come to subside
with a perplexing amount guilt that’s built up so high my only solution is to die 
if you were to ask me am I happy? I would quickly respond with a lie 
on this outside it seems like prison but in reality I’m free, mentally 
  
My soul seems as an ocean without any form of permanent structure 
my soul undulates in the breeze   
as tough as life may seem, reality has come to remind me 
that I’m only temporary free on the outside but on the inside of my temple where my mental resides I remain forever free 
so while the pain is in continuum, in my thoughts I shall remain Abandoned. 

Written By I, Brandon. R also known as SpokenTruth

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