because she thought I was the only one who loved her
Just seeing you was enough to bring me back to life your smile so bright and sweet your hugs most likely to sweep me off my feet and spear my soul with the love you saved for me tho’ I never knew how deeply wounded the spirit I knew as charming and warm inviting me inside to sit and sip the stuff of life while the worm you cherished chipped away the bottled glass that hid the life you led so far apart from me and separated by a sea so wide that only death could bridge the chasm’d golden sheen of the vessel that came between the laughs we used to share when we lived our lives without a care or thought of what would happen when virtue flew away and in slipped vice to take possession of the soul whose beauty died alone, alone, alone but for the sibling heart that breaks in two pieces of you reside within that place you still upon a pedestal that faces either way depending on the day birthday deathday oh that someday when my soul ascend and once again find home again in hugs and kisses and honeyed smiles from the one who cherished the one who cherished her who uttered the tragic cry “Why her? Why not I?”
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So beautiful… of an atrocious and tragic beauty that weighs like lead on the heart
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Thank you, Luisa!
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You’re most welcome 🌷
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Amazing! Your words carry such weight.
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Thank you, Paula.
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Cried a bit when I read this. Haunting and beautiful.
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Thank you, Kris. When the inevitable divorce came, all the people she thought were her friends abandoned her. Superficial friends, I guess, friends of the husband.
I miss our phone calls, the scathing gossip, out of control laughter, and the “Goodbye, Honey.” She was a beautiful soul despite the bottle.
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