Why does betrayal sting deeper than a kind word.
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Why does it hurt,
Why does it always hurt.
Why does pain embrace me and welcome me into its arms as friend.
Why do i fear the calling it by its name,
Where does a truth go to rest unblinking eyes,
does a glow envelop the shadows of the moon,
do stars lessen the bright of their glow in kindness?
Where is the place where truths rest their moonlight eyes,
how the stars dim their glow,
how the sky weaves soft velvet,
how the clouds churn soft and envelop it,
like sunshine on a summer day.
Is it warm there?
Do I keep you, do I leave you,
what is the dream laced in fear when it leaves you shaking in your mornings?
What is a dream if,
the lie feels to be honest, and the fact that you were asleep all the while? Was it all a dream?
I cry for you.
Not the way you think, I’m talking about falling to my knees with tears that refuse to cease. My lungs wheezing and my heart shattered, clawing at the pieces of a faded thing, while howling at the moon like a wounded thing.
I cried for you.