Poetry · Writing

End

In the end, after the tears had been shed;
After the heart had been shattered and pain grew in its place; you were there to mend and fix it.
In the end, it was you.

In the end, when the nightmares ended,
And the fear had receded, it had done so because of you.

In the end, when I was no longer blind and faithless,
And the sting of agony no longer lingered at my door,
I knew in my soul what had always been true.
That in the end, it was you.
In the end, it would always be you.

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