I have no right to write of him
if I know a thing, it's from talk...
One day,
When you know me well...
Flowers laid and tributes trending ...
Our inevitable ending...
Give me props for trying.
It's been over a year since my guts spilled out...
I do not have the heart of a winner
like everyone believes I do...
No one seemed to know the truth
of what went wrong inside her life...
My heart is an
active volcano...
Its time for this to end,
for the pain to become numb again...
Once, we clung to each other
in a cradle of broken bones...
It is so hard to see the world becoming a hell,
So heartbroken when people keep killing other...
I didn't even realize it had been a year
since you saw my raw heart, eaten alive...
So here I sit,
Beside my Grave...