the dent in my heart

i honestly get genuinely confused

wondering where you’ve gone

where your mind is at,

where your mind was at

to have some sense of clarity

to release this worry of not knowing

off my shoulders

because to carry such a burden

is far too heavy

and to love someone this deeply

is not brand new to me

however,

the way you caved into my heart was.

it truly astonishes me to know

how with each time i’d let slip,

you sneakily came in

and bestowed a love that felt so real

so beautiful

only to turn into lies and ash;

how pitiful

in more ways than one.

why did you cause me such trouble?

insane,

how i am still able to release feelings

that i feel because of you

but also in such a idiotic form.

as a writer

i’ve genuinely outdone myself

for allowing my artwork to contain

such a stained, wretched energy

so oblique in the way your mind

organizes and believes,

you say to find the light..

but have you found it yourself?

or are you still shedding to the moon

hoping they might show you the sun?