Liberation

There is no liberation in the land of broken hearts and wounded souls,
Love and war two in the same casualties line up in rows.

I lost myself in us and will never be the same,
Its to soon to tell if I will come out on top or up lame.

Silhouettes of our life peek out and stare at me from behind my decisions,
Glaring at me with judgment slowly killing my inhibitions.

I remember your words and how deep they cut my spirit,
I wish so much that I could just unhear it.

The coldness rolling off your tongue,
No wonder I turned to run.

Not a night goes by that I close my eyes and see you staring at me.
Deep brown eyes stream glares of disappointment and glee.

12 years of laughter, cries, and life at our door,
I wish we could have just one more.

My pride has been a victim to love,
My heart is shattered by years of misunderstood attempts here and above.

The tale of love has been told for thousands of years,
Since I told you our separate ways was the only option you didn't fight revealing my
worst fears.

Today ends the year of our demise,
2014 looks so promising without your cries, pointless tries, and our half hearted lies.