.:: Yolospat ::.

I held your hand so many years
And my heart screams the absence
The confusion blocked by crimson hatred
Echo of my cries return the monster inside

I ride this denial like it doesn’t hurt
My angst hidden behind the curtain
I shove my hand in boiling water
Expose my flesh hide my heart

My eyes speak chaotic disarray
In your direction running the
Opposite course of your soul
Played like a board game kept in the closet

I’ll never forget, I’ll always miss
My past holds on speaking over you voice
Not giving you the chance
To slam the door as you walk away.

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