I hate that when a thought of you lingers, 
it whispers 
“maybe it wasn’t as bad as it felt”
Because it definitely was. 
I’ll never forget the feeling 
no matter how much I heal. 
Like a grand, magnificent castle 
that crumbled in on itself 
because the problem was 
inside the house hiding all along and 
I was oblivious 
simply enjoying your dance and song 
when the show was abruptly cut short. 
Like a side project left unfinished. 
A hobby that you never mastered. 
A person you didn’t care for.

destruction Stories by Noelle

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