I have been the bigger person for thirty six full years...
Always the first to crawl back, apologize, and take the blame
But I cannot be bigger than your anger any longer.
I cannot come crawling back, belly full of knives from our last call
I cannot I have bled my last drop for your love and approval,
and I am tired of dying every day for you to keep trying to kill me
This time, I won't come back, and I will choose to live
This time, I choose me, and mine, and let you fall away
Like the dead leaves of fall.
I am making way for blossoms.
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AnaRosa Cruz
creative writer, martial artist, obfuscation, goblin, rock hound. New to poetry, but having fun just letting my brain spill onto the page.
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