Sometimes the nail that drives out another strategy
just blows on your face,
very very hard
it takes you back in flashbacks
it leaves you empty
and lost.
Seeking refuge in other arms,
attempting to create passion with a new lover,
just drives back the memories of the amazing love you had lost.
Comparing hurts, memories break your hurt,
flashbacks leave you crying non stop
like a punch on your stomach that takes your breath away.
It was a bad idea, you knew it,
it was just a waste of time,
to feel some connection...
but the nail didn't drive out another,
it pushed it harder inside the wood,
the wood of your coffin.
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