I have a drawer on the side of my shared bed
A bedsheet I refuse to share
I have only half the air I need to breathe
Half life
Half hope
My pillow is my own
A suitcase always packed
To run at the first notice of alienation
A wooden floor and
Orange slippers
I have half a will to live for
I have everything of half
Of dignity and art
In my half brain and my two chambered heart
I have half the love to take
And half the love to give
To the man who say I'm not worth it
YOU ARE READING
Love, Pain & Me
Poetry𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒏 & 𝑴𝒆 𝑨 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆 Highest ranking:- #1 in poetry collection #1 in poetry #1 in Rookie #1 poem collection #1 poem book #1 sad poem #1 poem
