Chapter 1 - Untitled

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Like a haunted routine, I visit your tomb.

And I wait patiently for dead flowers to bloom.

I read your suicide note that still sounds obscure.

And I repeat your epitaph that makes me unsure.

I waltz around the stained slab of your cold concrete.

And I dream of the day that we'll finally meet.

For the lies you would tell would prove entertaining.

And I could scream out these laughs that I've been restraining.

Would you blame me for your path you took so grim?

Or would it be your ignorance you sang like a hymn?

How dare you pretend that I couldn't comprehend,

When it was my heart that you couldn't bring mend?

I still can't accept that your death was so degrading,

Or that you left me here desolated and fading.

Written on this stone you claim your heart was broken.

And that I am to blame for words unspoken.

But the man I once knew was patient and understanding.

He wouldn't curse at me or act so demanding.

So I know whatever lies beneath this bitter ground,

Did not hold the same kind of love that we once found.

My love wouldn't give me a heart only to snatch it back,

And then claim that I was the one to start this attack.

I hold no regrets and I hold no penitence.

I will not waste my time on a mere pretense.

I tell myself this as if it is all too true.

I speak with a confidence that cannot be subdued.

But once I leave this forsaken bone orchard,

I cannot help but feel as if being tortured.

So every night at a quarter to ten,

I visit you in hopes that I can apologize again.

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