You walked right past me
10 years to strangers
Kind of a poem;
“You walked right past me
We’re strangers now
You once wrote me a poem, how the sun loved the air
Now I walk right past you
I thought you were the sun
Because I am the air
You’re actually just dust
settling in an old empty chair
Your old and musty habits
10 years of nothingness
You’re not even behind me
You don’t even exist
You never did
Because dust does not settle
Well not for long
No permanent structure
You were weak
While I had to be strong”
Cathartic ramblings of conquering consciousness; Screaming out to the abyss as though I am on the top of a mountain ⛰️
“I will no longer break promises to myself for others to take precedence”
I am mine before anyone else’s.
I will no longer be used and dumped when I no longer appease the desires you couldn’t reach on your own. Your self deprecation was there before I was.
You left me at my worst with a noose around my neck and you tugged at it waiting for me to break. I would never have done that to anyone.
You promised if it would end it would end kindly but you did your worst.
You carry failure and blame it on partners. I won’t carry your weight anymore.
‘Wordssss’
All your wordsss were lies. If they weren’t you would have made sure I believed otherwise.
About the Creator
Angelina Raisa Voronainsky-Shigrov
Visual Communications & Social Media Specialist.
Photographer, Illustrator, Graphic Designer, Creative Writer, Content Producer & Curator, Editor, Columnist and Author. Passionate egalitarian. Now Art Appreciator. Disabled by CRPS.
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