i can’t put my mind into words
my thoughts into voice
am i always going to meet the same fate?
why are they laughing at me?
this isn’t how i wanted it
i wanted it to be done with
why isn’t he here?
i thought he loved me
he told me i was his second half
and yet he walks so easily without the filling of
me
who am i?
what am i?
are they really talking to me or am i overthinking?
why am i a bad friend?
why do i make mistakes?
was i a mistake?
these thoughts
hurt to swallow
pain to oversee
the only grief i carry is the weight of my dead body
and yet it drags around the graveyard with the inches of life decaying right under its feet
i picked up the phone so easily
the only words i could bear to scramble together,
“you left so easily. you didn’t even say goodbye.”
and when i die,
he will never
have the satisfaction of forgiveness
he will carry it around like a dead rose pricking at his fingers
he will bear the burden of my body, and carry my life under his feet
red will paint his hands
the way he painted my body
my grave
will be my bed
where my eyes can rest in the fury of my cries
and drown in the sorrows of his mistakes
he walked right over my body
and flowers died below his steps
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