Moving On

The steps away from you, the tears in my face..

mean so much more.

I step for relief and grief.

I step for progress in myself.

Steps heavier and heavier, tears of today, steps of tomorrow.

My belief in you is crumbling; your creed tainted.

Ripping away the shreds of fantasy.

Dreams of us are fraudulent.

I'm glad I can break away from this spiral of heartbreak and frustration.

This poem is about: 
Me

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