I Took A Step Back
Seen What It Was From The OutSide
Realized It Was Time To Fall Back
I Know You Aint Like That
And That's Okay
I Just UnderStood
We Wasn’t On The Same Page
And Our Story Was Over
It Was Time To Burn After Reading
You Can Be Hurt
But It Is What It Is
I Don't Want To Continue This Story
I Don’t Even Want A ReWrite
The Story Wasn’t Even Worth The Read
In The First Place
I Know You Aint Make It As Far As I Did
InTo The Story
You Can't Read That Fast
But I Aint Got Time To Wait
Ima Close The Book
For The Both Of Us Now
Quit Wasting Our Time
Put A Match To The Pages
So Nobody Can Read Our Story Either
That’s Nothing I Want To Remember
The Story Of Us
Was Never Meant To Be Written
About the Creator
JLovee
Poet. Story Teller. Not Here For A Long Time Just A Good Time..
Reaching Out
I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson5 days ago in Fiction
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Splendid!!!💖💖💕