i can not believe that you bucked the trend
and did not call me as everyone said you would.
everyone said you would be back.
i think i put my faith in that,
because it let me go forward into my future,
and was some kind of secret security,
that no matter what future i had,
i would get a chance to revisit what was left undone.
or, if not undone, what was left me bleeding.
haunted by what we never finished,
i guess i did those things alone
and you were a dull blip on the radar,
not so important anymore.
until
you
decided
to slam shut
one more door.
This is a blog of some poetry I wrote at different times. Mostly it's about my broken heart.
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