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Need Room
Suspicious thoughts linger in my lobe,
Radiating intense burns in my soul, the blood flow
Gets constricted, body freezes as deep as an iceburg, blood feels like knives with every heartbeat. Results of echos in the night of change, wimpers of what used to be, moans or gratification in the next room.
My mind finally precives the betrayal.
The life spent always in love, showing adornment, happiness, giving with out receiving. Am I here again? A blind eye to the simplest of abuse. Open arms too a friend, a former flame to the love of my life. I cared for the man, friend of hers is a friend of mine. Always cautious. Humorous how life can't change in the second of a doors hinged creak. Love slowly died so as for her touch for me, her crave for me. My words of adornment fallen on def ears Her distant stares gaise apon another, a friend, an old ember, wounded, troubled, is anarchy.
Her energy like a breeze that slowly started to drift into the distance. Like a summer that began to fall. Now fallen there's only cold in her wake. A man that loves her unconditionally. He is welcomed home by a new friend, also a love that wants distance from her love of her life. Moments got tuff in a small span of hour. Intimency ceased the fire in her eyes. Her love with now path of assisting in her issue. Only to feel like he was the problem, he seeked guidence, to no avail. Her mind clicked together when he returned to her embrace, she, her mind focus and set on her path. No more of the flame, but an extinguished Ash, no more, non existent intimatcy, no more, exhausted effort. Done. The man left confused. What does he do? How does he feel? Did he create this end? Or did she? Her friend is why she gave up, that's ember gave her a flame of excitement again. Something old, but anew. Is it worth it?
Will it be stable after? Will he even care after he's back on his feet? Questions the once love of her life ponders in his mind laying awake, restless games of thoughts getting thrown around in his head. All he can hear is the echoes of what once was and what could have been in the next room....
© Raven Siyeh Maitland
Radiating intense burns in my soul, the blood flow
Gets constricted, body freezes as deep as an iceburg, blood feels like knives with every heartbeat. Results of echos in the night of change, wimpers of what used to be, moans or gratification in the next room.
My mind finally precives the betrayal.
The life spent always in love, showing adornment, happiness, giving with out receiving. Am I here again? A blind eye to the simplest of abuse. Open arms too a friend, a former flame to the love of my life. I cared for the man, friend of hers is a friend of mine. Always cautious. Humorous how life can't change in the second of a doors hinged creak. Love slowly died so as for her touch for me, her crave for me. My words of adornment fallen on def ears Her distant stares gaise apon another, a friend, an old ember, wounded, troubled, is anarchy.
Her energy like a breeze that slowly started to drift into the distance. Like a summer that began to fall. Now fallen there's only cold in her wake. A man that loves her unconditionally. He is welcomed home by a new friend, also a love that wants distance from her love of her life. Moments got tuff in a small span of hour. Intimency ceased the fire in her eyes. Her love with now path of assisting in her issue. Only to feel like he was the problem, he seeked guidence, to no avail. Her mind clicked together when he returned to her embrace, she, her mind focus and set on her path. No more of the flame, but an extinguished Ash, no more, non existent intimatcy, no more, exhausted effort. Done. The man left confused. What does he do? How does he feel? Did he create this end? Or did she? Her friend is why she gave up, that's ember gave her a flame of excitement again. Something old, but anew. Is it worth it?
Will it be stable after? Will he even care after he's back on his feet? Questions the once love of her life ponders in his mind laying awake, restless games of thoughts getting thrown around in his head. All he can hear is the echoes of what once was and what could have been in the next room....
© Raven Siyeh Maitland
