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our dying days

Was she ever happy

or was she just pretending?

Was I?

I agree to disbelieve any such questions.

Foolish notions.

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

cherished

and now

this.

2 thoughts on “our dying days

  1. 🖤 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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