Winter's Embrace

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  No Houses
The loss of a friend leaves you stuck wrapped within the icy embrace of a long winter.

*Reached 100 Reads: 7/13/16*

Submitted: June 09, 2016

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I can’t really remember how it started,

But I’ll remember how it ends.

You thought that you could get away with

Fucking me over, time and time again,

And that nothing would happen to you.

What’s the point of coming back now,

When you’ve been gone for so long?

You kicked me to the curb,

And left me to freeze to death in the snow.

 

What’s the point of coming back now,

When you’ve been gone for so long?

Did you think that I, wouldn’t remember

You driving a knife through my chest,

And cutting my still beating, heart out?

It’s too late for apologies now, cause

I don't fucking believe,

Anything you say, anymore.

 

So just go, just fucking go

And leave me the hell alone.

Haven’t you done, enough to me?

You stole my heart away, like the

Cunning thief that you are.

Problem is instead of keeping it safe,

You threw it on the ground, and didn’t

Stop stomping, until there was nothing left.

 

You’re a cold hearted bitch, and I

Should’ve seen this coming from the start.

Red flags kept popping up right in front of, my face

But I ignored them, because I had this hope inside,

That you would grow and change.

 

Well I, couldn’t have been more fucking wrong.

 

I used to want you back, more than anything.

But now that you’re, here,

I just, want you to go the fuck away,

And just leave me the hell alone.

 

So just go, just fucking go

And leave me the hell alone.

Haven’t you done, enough to me?

You stole my heart away, like the

Cunning thief that you are.

Problem is instead of keeping it safe,

You threw it on the ground, and didn’t

Stop stomping, until there was nothing left.

 

What’s the point of coming back now,

When you’ve been gone for so long?

Did you think that I, wouldn’t remember

You driving a knife through my chest,

And cutting my still beating, heart out?

It’s too late for apologies now, cause

I don't fucking believe,

Anything you say, anymore.

 

What’s the point of coming back now,

When you’ve been gone for so long?

Did you, think that I, wouldn’t remember

How when I needed you the most,

You kicked me to the fucking curb,

And left me to freeze to death in the snow.


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