I thought before,
That maybe after our relationship had ceased to exist,
I would be left without you in my presence.
How incredibly preposterous and simply foolish
Was it for me to think that I could take a breath.
After finally realizing,
That you were an exact replica of the word unpleasant.
I thought that after,
I could gain some space, hoping with all of me
That I would not feel a trace
Of your presence…
Wishing with all of me,
And longing to at least hear, feel, and/or see,
Of the peace I desired and thought I may feel…
Instead, facing pure abrupt and corrupt disruption,
I now know in my heart that what we had was never real.
And no matter how hard I try,
I won’t be able to forget the time,
Where I thought you were my love.
While your absence is truly a gift from up above,
I will never be able to erase
The posthumous interruptions of what you called