shock
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No one can wholly understand love
Love is never what one thinks it is
Love often comes as a snippy surprise
As a starry shock stemming from above.
Love is a hieroglyphic puzzle
My friend, you betrayed me.
What relief there is in that simple statement!
Your actions so entirely obliterated
Your pillar of my world that your betrayal
Has lost its sting and I am left without a doubt:
Today is the worst day.
I knew it would be.
My last goodbye to you
Was yesterday
And I look back
To see what I missed
A call, a text, a post
Should I have
Called you, texted, replied?
Coming up to 7 years of age was a magical time. We smiled,
laughed, and life sailed swiftly by.
Getting to the old age of 8 saw a massive change ahead. My
guardian angel was often missing, replaced with an absent father,
I watched in utter shock and disbelief
The mouth that kissed me the day before
Was now bringing me to tears
Not missing a beat as he ripped me apart.
I know it hurts but the pain is necessary, right?
We worship You
The white walls, with marble pillars.
These alters we construct on our school grounds.
We have sacrificed our kids to be Your gladiators.
And you shower us with blessings.
Can't you hear me,
give me achance,
hear my screaming,
I'm begging you now.
When did this happen?
It happened so fast,
one night you're winning,
the next one you're smashed.
It is that moment.
The moment you forget how to beath.
The moment the ground beneath you is stripped.
The moment you feel the weight of the shock echo through your bones.
Shock sinks in so slow
We wonder at trivialities
Find comfort in memories
Strain to touch the past
Cause that’s all that’s left
That will never fade
Impulsively
We ask
There sat a boy in class with me,
with red Beats that hung around his neck,
he'd never take notes in class,
I crawled out of my grave. I stare with red rimmed eyes in shock as the emotions and truth rape my brain. I gasp and swim with the stars as my eyes swim in tears full of epiphanies.
As I pan across the landscape,
I laugh, this isn’t real.
I look to where the two oak trees
tower over my little country farmhouse.
Their giant leafy branches just barely
brushing the edge of the tar-black roof.
So you thought I wouldn’t notice and under the circumstance I almost didn’t. Remote from my problems, you hide with your perfectly sealed lips, relying solely on your vision.
