Only spoken to when wanted, needed
Caring words like sweet whispers they took hungrily
When the day was done and all had been given you could hear a pin drop
No-one texted
No-one ever called once they got what they wanted
Those days turned to months and then to years
The vibrant leaves wilted, fell to dust
Just as she herself began to fade succumbing to her own demons
They resided in her brain
She wondered what if I cease to exist
Just as the now dead leaves
Beneath my fingertips
Would they care?
Would they check?
They'd maybe shed a tear for a day
Just because she wouldn't be there
Not around to give them what they craved
So when you come to her grave
After the touching service is made
Don't you dare sob onto her stone
Salty tears flowing into the earth below
You didn't care for years
You had already gotten what you came for
Don't pretend to care now that she's departed
Go away, carry on smartly as you once knew how before
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Translation: Grave
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3am verses
PoesíaWords pulled together at a delirious 3am while I lay in bed staring at my ceiling. Cover by the lovely: @sarngy Don't be shy go check out her things they're good 🙈
