We appear to be symmetrical,
Detrimentally joining into one.
But as I look,
Upon your face.
I just don’t believe,
That we should be…
Living in false harmony…
I clench myself,
Around you…
I skulk in silence
As bed time wakes…
I sit outside,
In the pouring rain…
I cry to think,
We’re not the same.
Corruption,
Lies,
Disease,
No ease…
I rise,
To when the sun covers
My eyes…
In a blurry vision I see…
Your disappointed face,
Staring back at me.
You shake your head,
You walk away.
~But this is how I feel,
Each and everyday.~
~Empath~
Empath.... some are meant to be this way.... you allowed me to tred in your footsteps and realise your scenario is often repeated in my home.... flaming young love... lovers.. others!
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Isn't this the truth. I went through this too my friend...sad as it is, some relationships just don't work. Great work, really felt it.