The maze it cut off so very suddenly, steep, instead of a wall, a pit, black and deep. No words, no answers, not even a clue. I'm so confused... confused, what did I do?

I scream into the void, into the black, and seemingly, expectedly, nothing. Only the lone echo of my sad voice, only the hoarseness, dryness, of my throat.

I'm not sure what's happening in my heart, a black box, a dark pit, just soullessness. I can't hear a single whisper, no pleas. Part confusion, worry, anxieties.

We said we'd communicate, that we'd talk, and it seems as if that was all just... talk? I'm still not sure how I really should feel. Is it anger? confusion? nothingness? My heart is just confused, from all of this. I had at least hoped for word of goodbye, yet here lies, yet here dies, any hope had. It's tough, it is sad, but I can't be mad. We all have our choices to still make, and you chose your path, that you will now take.

I won't yell, I won't scream, just mourn my dreams. I won't tell, won't gossip, that's between us. I won't harm, I won't hurt, another soul.

And if this is, was, just a fever dream, and if all of the memories we made, and the pretty flowers shared between us fade, I enjoyed our time, even with tears blind.

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My tears once again come to the bright light, and in the dark they shine like a nightlight, keeping me awake for days to gain' come, and the pain of loss will continue come.

I hate goodbyes, but the lack of moreso, black box of questions, ever remorseful. There is nothing here but blame, to myself, but blame all the very same.

I know not what I did, not what you think, and that makes my questions burn bright moreso.

I know not what went wrong, on' that it did. I know not how I'll get on, that I will.

That is how it always goes, how it went. If this were a curse for old times, I resent. This feeling inside of me of my guilt, my unsteady heart ever to fast wilt.

If this is love, my heart will be stained more, for my love continues to ever bore. I'd rather hurt than love on nevermore'. I hope to keep loving more, evermore.

Thankyou for the memories, for my heart, if only for a moment it's restart. I lived like a zombie for a few short years, in the past one however? All of my fears. They've taken light, my heart ever in flight, and so I continue down this lone road, because it's the path I've chosen, lone picked, my heart is not frozen, bloody, cut, pricked.

The end of this maze ends in tragedy, yet again I will gaze on mysteries, to find the very end, I will go there, To. The. Very. end. This maze it led loss, yet I will not die. We keep moving, chasing, the bluest skies! Till the ending made for us, love, unjust.

Till the very end, I keep saying still.