Catastrophe

January 16, 2018

Tissues wiped away the tears,

but they didn't wipe away the pain.

Apologies wiped away the pride,

but they didn't wipe away the shame.

But how could you wipe away the sky before you wipe away the rain?

When you never wiped away the lies

but tried to wipe away my pain?

In another realm of the universe love is what we became

But in our present existence the thought of us is merely insane.

Our feelings have interchanged, you love me and I don't love you the same,

And It hurts you

I'm fighting to love God the most,

He's saving me from the sea.

I'm drowning.

In the ocean filled with potions of magic,

that have caused my inner catastrophe.

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