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Funeral fit for yesterday

Welcome to the end

By Anna TorresPublished 2 years ago Updated 2 years ago 2 min read
Funeral fit for yesterday
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Smug, arrogant facade. I cannot contain my resentment towards you any longer. Where is your empathy? I know this contempt will never make us stronger. I am more than just what happens to me. You have truly underestimated me. You don't get to have it better with no repercussions. Your words of care turned into words of malice. What was once ours now belongs to the past. I gave you my power and everything I had. The procession begins as though it was already set in stone. There's nothing worse than deception, not even being alone. I'm afraid that you may never end up behind me. I'll still see you in my peripheral vision. Undoing all the damage done one step at a time. You did an unforgivable slight but I disagree. You've dropped your vows but so have I. Holding onto the past achieves nothing so it's a waste of time. I cannot allow you to keep interrupting me. It won't always be like this. The loyalty I wanted never existed. I controlled you because you made all the wrong decisions. Including me, we were the wrong choices for each other. I put salt on your wounds to make you hurt just as much as me. I couldn't live with my insanity and force you to pretend with me. We cradled the crown of our marriage demise. Nothing to hold onto but our liberty and lies. Twisting the knife to make the hole big. There was never a time I wasn't sick. I pulled you down into the anxiety out of love. You made your escape because you had had enough. There was no buildup nor death march. Wasting energy on you is another poisonous dart. I wish I could tell you you were right. There is nothing left for us in this life. There will be a time for retribution and healing. The peace I want comes at a price and it's me. My plans have shifted and you're not part of it. Don't get in my way because your role no longer fits. There's no time to mourn, we've sealed our fate. Enough tears have been spilled for this upcoming date. The end approaches like a brand new dawn about to unveil. It's time to put you behind me, this marriage has gone stale

Elegyheartbreaksurreal poetrysad poetry

About the Creator

Anna Torres

I’m a 39-year old mother and student. I love reading, metal music, and writing. I have begun writing again since 2021

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