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Here I stand, all alone.

The meaning has faded,

And the will to fight is there no more.

Adopting purity to disguise

The eyes, those dark eyes,

That betray the weakness inside.

In silence, you wait,

Until this need is submerged by hate,

And your delayed comfort has come far too late.

Rest your head, my sweet.

Your slumber perfects the stony face

That my anger keeps.

If only I could slip into something more comfortable:

The ashamed mess on shattered knees

Granted forgiveness through bloodied eyes.

The person I always allowed you to be.

You’re allowed to disappear,

You’re allowed to wound.

You do nothing wrong, my love -

You never do.

It’s fine for me to grieve alone,

And feel the sting from a turning cheek.

I’m not allowed to be the departed it seems,

Nor am I allowed to be the weak.

What a sad existence you must live -

Embracing a dying sun,

Unable to forgive.

What an empty room you’ve been trying to fill -

Plagued by animosity,

And the memories of me you try to kill.

But as time goes on, I find ourselves alike:

Denied the chance at a normal life,

Watching that same failing light

With tear-stained eyes.