
If I stayed
I would’ve been
Letting myself get
Autopsied alive
❀
If I left I would’ve
Become a carcass
Rotting with guilt
And loneliness
❀
I couldn’t win
❀
You left.
Amputated me
Like a limb
Posted your happiness
On a billboard and
Everywhere I might see it
❀
I swallowed denial
Coughed up infectious realisations
And watched my entire life
Collapse around me
Questions falling like debris
❀
You won
❀
I buried myself
Under six feet of anger
Bargained with depression
And clawed at semblances of sanity
❀
I lost
❀
There I was
Searching for closure
Watching my ribcage decay
Writing my own eulogy
❀
You kept winning
❀
I tried and tried and tried
❀
But I kept losing
❀
Now I hold
Summits in my palms
And wear dreams
Like mascara
❀
I have exhaled
The need for your validation
And inhaled an alleviation
I paid for with twelve months of my life
❀
The words “I am happy”
Are precious and golden
And finally, finally true
❀
Who’s won now?
About the Creator
Poppy
poetry in progress
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