At the end of the day, nothing has changed and everything remains the same

You’re still the first thing that comes to mind as I wake

And the last thing to pervade these thoughts as I lay in bed, restlessly tossing and turning in discomfort.


To chase after your still image, reaching across chasms with my cries carried away by malevolent winds preceding the storm that never ceases.

Waves of blood crash against artorial walls, the only reminder that I still live in your shadow.

Both consume with their cloying embraces: one to send me into the frigid deep, the other tortorous in its ability to keep me afloat just enough to prevent an end.


Feet grow heavy from the struggle, but you seemingly sprint ahead in efforts to move on.

I don’t know what’s worse: to see you wrapped in the arms of my replacement, or to realize that I will always love you more than you ever loved me.


Author’s Words for Thought

“I love you, and because I love you, I would sooner have you hate me for telling you the truth than adore me for telling you lies.” -Pietro Aretino