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There’s Something Worse Than Heartache

There’s something worse than heartache
She has unfortunately learned
It aches in ways she can’t explain
Staying for years and years

Heartache became manageable
Knowing the cure was her profession
She knew what to do and for how long
Finding love had been her only obsession

But there’s something worse than heartache
Something cutting her deeper than her soul
This deathly and undeniable pain
Is completely unmanageable

It doesn’t just break your heart
It doesn’t only make you feel rejected
It takes over your entire body
You feel like you’re infected

There’s something worse than heartache
It crushes your dreams and makes you a cynic
It turns love into a phantom
And you realize hope doesn’t exist

Love is based on someone else
Someone who doesn’t want what you’re giving
But this takes away your confidence
Makes you question each day you’re living

There’s something worse than heartache
Worse than rejection, loss or resentment
She faced it every day of her life
She was murdered by disappointment.

  • The Dalema. October 8, 2017.
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All Knowing

She knew this would happen
She’d think of you
Even when she promised
Not to

She knew she couldn’t
But she did
Because moments with you
Are worth it

She knew it was bad
No matter how good
She couldn’t not love you
Though she should

She knew it would end
Like it always does
But she’s giving you another try
It must be love.

  • The Dalema. October 6, 2017.
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Grief

Yesterday I said I’d to it today
Today I tell myself I’ll do it tomorrow
The cycle keeps repeating
While I drown in my sorrows.

  • The Dalema. September 19, 2017.
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Raindrop Melody

She closed her eyes
to the sound of the rain
every raindrop in unison
to the sting of the pain
the way it hit the window
with the slightest beating
it reminded her of life
and the history repeating
every drop a reminder
of all that could’ve been
where she went wrong
and where she’d try again
as the thunder didn’t roll
and the lightning didn’t flash
she’d let the raindrops play
like the music of her past
the strumming of the pain
the beating of each drop
the pitter patter of her heart
breath filling silent spots
as she listened along
to the painful melody
she prayed the storm would pass
and she’d sleep for eternity.

  • The Dalema. September 14, 2017.
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Fallen Leaf

Fallen from a tree
I’m floating in the wind
And no matter where I go
or how hard I try
I can’t find another tree
To let me back in.

  • The Dalema. September 14, 2017.
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