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Hero

I can’t hear you anymore

Edawrd, the warm cocoon you wrapped me in has been unraveled.
Their icy breathes chill my skin.
Their dead fires burn me.
Their venom stings as it races through my viens.

They were jealous.
Jealous of the pedistal you so lovingly placed me upon…
Jealous of the hearts.
They used to sneer at us,
But now the green envy has left their eyes…
Now,
Now they drown me in mud.
You are not here anymore… my hero is gone
Stolen away from me after i let you in…
After i placed my heart at your feet.
The injuries i sustain during my prenarial stonings are nothing compared to the agony in my heart

A cripple i am now that the coloumn on which i stood so proudly has crumbled… and me with it.
I crawl through the streets like a man with no legs.

I wait for the snow,
(Its softness reminds me of you, its whiteness your hair)
The little crystals brand my skin
Frozen fire and hot ice
If my skin were warm they would melt into tears,
But i am frigid.

They do not let me weep.
“There is no place for tears,” they say.
I cannot shed the pain through the salty rivulets of my leaking eyes.
I cannot get away from it,
From you,
From the memory.
It is trapped in the trenches of my heart.
Barbed wire and No Man’s Land
As hopeless as a Nazi war camp…
And you abandoned me there
How could you leave me?
Now i am kneeling down in a desperate prayer as grief holds a gun to my temple.
You left me for freedom and enslaved me in the process.
You have condemned me to the torture rooms and now you can never come back to save me…

So much for my hero.

You said “I love you”…
You said “Us”…
But
You didn’t say “Goodbye”.

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