Iroinc Gestures of Destruction

["You, sir, are the broken death of me."
-"Where's my smile that I loved to see?"-
"Don't you remember? You've stolen it."
-"When?"-
"About eleven years ago."
-"Oh."-]

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Your frown is shining so gloomy,
Upon my once sympathetic skies.
I feel your touch in my fingertips,
And inhale you through my sighs.

You loved me, then you broke me-
Oh, where have you shown you care?
Why does the world stare silently,
As the oceans tide swirl so unfair?

I grieve throughout all my blessings,
Asking Him why he did this to me.
Yet, all that remains is pure silence,
And I'm left upon all these lies I see.

Your absence has carved an opening,
Twice the size of the pain you gave.
I believe this is an ironic gesture,
Brought on by the mistrust I forgave.

I could never utter the lost words,
The words that never cross my heart,
Because they alone speak destruction,
And unlike you, I can't rip a person apart.

Days pass, but our moments linger,
And there are things I still cannot face.
Along with despair, there lay happiness,
And for that, I scream through your grace.

Yes, I'd give you all of the empty seas,
If it were to save you from all the pain.
But there are rare things that I can't forgive -
All the mishaps that occurred again and again.

(I despise you.
I breathe you.
I loathe you.
I love you.)

November 6, 2008
(c) Stephanie Lynn