Amaranthine


Interlaced with you unremitting,
in hindsight there was no escaping
the all encompassing beautiful catastrophic wreck that was us.
Who is me anymore?
Standing on the brink of self extinction,
slowly slipping
unsure footing
the earth threatens to erode
and I cant see past the past I've put ahead of me
swallowed in a sea of memories
Its too loud.
The air seems to be breathing thin,
who is me anymore?
All I know is I am tired
So I will just lay here
and stumble back to a broken self
without the self I seemed to have found in you.

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