“Perhaps she forgets to love me.”
But I don’t seem to mind.
Sure, I’ll soon start crying,
But her love will remain blind.
.
“Perhaps she forgets to see me.”
She makes excuses every week.
I swallow them until they block my throat,
Yes, that’s the reason we don’t speak.
.
“Perhaps she forgets to hear me.”
There are other sounds around.
I’m sure if we went swimming
She’d only hear the waves, whilst I drowned.
.
“Perhaps she forgets to hold me.”
We do not touch, but still we stand
So close as millimeters turn to miles
And I try to reach her hand.
.
I’m not sure that she still loves me.
I do not dare say it aloud,
Because saying it might make it real
And reality is not allowed.
About the Creator
annie harper
Just an actor from Central Queensland, writing some short stories and poetry. I hope you find one you like <3
TW: a lot of my work contains mentions of self-harm, suicide, death, abuse, and mental illness. Please be gentle with yourself.
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