What is left
When I decide to slowly erase
Every last one of the words you said
Surfacing through my subconscious
In every minute spent alone

What reality can I ever accept
If there exists one at all
Beyond the dream I dreamt
To not feel alone

And now,
I look at the pieces of us,
But they are my own thoughts
And all there is to see,
A broken dream

Having wished for things to be different
Having hoped for things to be more
Grief has manifested
Itself into my being
Infesting heart and soul

A broken dream
That I keep alive
To not feel
What I don't know

A broken dream
That I hold on to
So I never have to move on

A broken dream
In which I am awake

A broken dream



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