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Don’t

Don’t call for me.
Don’t call for me when twilight nears and you have finally faced your fears.

I have waited.
I have waited for you to show yourself these past moons and still you remained cold and distant.

Don’t speak.
Don’t speak now for it is too late for words begged for from a heart filled with pain and voice filled with tears.

Don’t call for me.
Don’t call for me when you reach out and I am no longer there to stroke a soothing hand across your brow and whisper words of kindness for your weary heart.

I have waited.
I have waited for words of kindness for a heart sinking to the ocean floor from your bitterness and anger to soothe the chaos of my mind and the burning in my chest.

Don’t speak.
Don’t speak to me of love and togetherness, you have said all that you wanted and few parts of it showed care for me. I am more than what I give to you. And you strive to give nothing to me.

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Creative writer and amateur photographer.

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