I'm sitting on this park bench, thinking.
This song is playing, so sad, making me think of you.
I have to let you go. I don't want to
I want you to be on this park bench with me.
Hugging me. Loving me.
But it's too much to ask, even though I'm getting ready to just get on the ground.
I'm going to be in a fetal position and cry for one last time, whisper I love you, and say goodbye.
Not to just you, but myself. Because I'm dead. My soul has detached from my body and the devil has taken over.
I will commit more and more sins. I will not live without you.
I'm gone. Goodbye.
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Poems By Me(Mostly Dark Ones)
PoetryThese are just poems I think of when I'm going through my day so I hope you guys enjoy