One Day

Original Poetry

One day

I’ll learn to live without you,

and all you’ll ever be

is a better aftertaste.

A sour taste of

a fucking sweet

empty promise.

Funny,

isn’t it?

You were a glimmer

of hope

in the silent chasm

of my heart.

I keep forgetting

why it was empty

in the first place.

Because of you.

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