My face was burning from my tears
That had permanently marked my skin.
I stared at your response.
You were free to call,
I had no escape now.
I called you and I could hear my heart
Beating against my rib cage.
At the sound of your voice, I crumbled.
The gentle hitch in your voice
At your joy to speak with me.
I sobbed into the phone,
It was all I could do.
I forced myself to say the words,
Dragging them out of my throat
And laying them bare for you to see.
You were silent,
But your silence said it all.
The shock and the pain I was causing you.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
I cried into the phone trying to
Put a bandaid on the knife
I plunged into your heart.
There wasn't much left to say.
I went to say I love you
And my heart clenched.
There were no more I love yous'.
No more late-night calls.
No more playing games together.
No more stolen kisses when no one was in the room.
Goodbye,
I said before another sob ripped from my throat.
Echoing across the entire house
As I felt something die inside me.
.
.
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The one positive thing about my relationship ending is it was a good motivator to right poetry atleast. (I hope y'all can tell this is a joke.)
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Escapism
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I've written throughout my life showing my journey of mental health struggles, unhealthy relationships, my struggle with Christianity, and eventually finding some peace and happiness in my life. Before reading, please n...
