like a steady moving hurricane.
You leave a trail behind
a thousand memories wide-
Yet, you place the blame
At my feet, the same ones
that haven't felt the ground in quite
some time,
Still there you go, walking away.
But, just far enough that I can't
leave you behind.
Quick, you remind me that
I must stay
Under lock and key, and your
watchful eyes,
Tied up, bound beneath all
your lies.
And the promise that things
would get better with time.
But, the victim shouldn't pay for the
criminal's crime.
So, I'm flat on the floor,
with the dark skies above.
And, I tell myself hate isn't a
measure of love.
Because the winds will calm,
and the skies will clear,
And I'll be so much better-
Without you here.
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