I am from
I am from fond memories made with him
from his smile that never leaves his face
I am from his tears
that form every night
for they cloud his eyes
from the thought of me
I am from the scars that tell my stories
too afraid to speak of them
from the warnings I’ve been told
but never believed
from the past I continue to roam
and still every ending is differently told
I am from the realization that us is never to be happened
from the tears that spill my secrets
from the smile that no longer holds its meaning
I am from the hopelessness so clear in my eyes
for I have given up
for there is nothing to hope for
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