Was she ever happy
or was she just pretending?
I agree to disbelieve any such questions.
I’ve given it far too much energy
to accept such nonsense
and far too little to concede.
What a crime to disregard our time
together no matter how wild
or foot-dragging it was.
I may be a fool but I’m not a foolish fool.
A pity? No.
We were glorious in our infancy
and though covered in blood and tears
marvelous in our dying days.
So many histories
So many lives
🖤 this is beautiful and so relatable. It is such an easy coping mechanism to tell yourself it was all fake. To mature and accept the fact that it was a marvelous moment in your life that has ended is much harder.
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Thanks for saying so. Glad you are enjoying these more recent prose like poems. My mind’s been a wonder wheel as of late and I’m glad your on the ride. Keep up!