Dear Jodi,
My love for you was a disease that the longer it lingered,the sicker I felt.
No doctor could prescribe any medicine
No man or woman could take away its effects
I wish I never got sick, I wish that I never let you get under my skin
But no matter what I wish, I got sicker every day
I no longer felt like myself
But you, you felt no sickness, because you are the one who caused it
You felt no remorse because I let you in when even you were unaware
But I prescribed myself, my own medicine the therapist I now see calls it "separation"
But back then I called it "giving up"
But "giving up" was the best thing for me and you
I hope you understand now, because if I stayed you would have gotten sick too
Sincerely,
Rose
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Random poems
PoesiaWell, I decided to write a bunch of poetry. Hope you like it please comment and vote, I appreciate it!
