When did the tide so take us under?

How did we pick sides and grit our teeth;

What was it that made us cease to speak?

Why couldn't we accept differences

becoming the exceptionalists!

Was it I that failed to carry you?!

for the distance... where you now fade fast

to the west coast in your very best clothes—

"a where," filled with other people's ghosts...

What was so wrong that you couldn't breath;

this puddle, a meager bath I know...

Your self seen primed as if for the Bay

or for the shore, what would yield you more!

Have I only our resentment left!?

Seeing you've walked... and keep on leaving

Gone when here and again when you went—

"Off," mentally never looking back...

Was it me who feared the alone?

Now I close the door to my unknown

where echoes of us by contrast roam...

While meeting on the road a friend asks:

Are you going...? or coming from home?

#DriftingApartChallenge

anger flowing through these shattered veins

spiteful eyes

hurting me no more

my will is strong, my power building from within

I'm standing on my feet,

honey, your words no longer causing me pain

alterations now nibbling on my soul

making my armor more powerful

than ever before,

I gained the truth

when your lies dissolved into my hammering heart

your actions splashed against my wounded features,

my always present scowl

disintegrated into a passionate grin

my determination growing,

to make my scars

a silver crest on my chest

my tears shaped into precious gems

that fit for a queen

because starting from now,

I will be a ruler of my kingdom

and no one will ever again

brake my spirit

and conquer my soul

brave yourself my fallen lover

the queen is coming

and she's ready to finally roar

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1. Action ✓ . . . . 2. Reaction ✓ . . . . 3. Process ✓ . . . 4. Decision ✓ .

Inspired by a Proser