goodbye.
January 2, 2012
the dream dies in a small wooden box
on top of the bookshelf
she escaped
she left my heart, uncaptured
never fully comprehending it’s worth
never to realize my dreams
unkempt
blazing
unfleeting
filled with the dark and light
that reality imposes
upon a thinker.
i am in some sort of forcefield
high off the idea
that i was misunderstood
she didnt care about my brain
she just couldnt comprehend
the enormity of my value.
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