There was no loss of life
No they.
But there was grief.
And pain.
You left me.
You said you hated me.
That I
Was clingy.
Annoying.
Was too negative.
Too emotional.
Too unstable.
You pushed me away.
You told me I had to go.
And everything inside me collapsed.
I was hurt.
And broken.
But I didn't hate you.
I hated myself.
I told myself I was
Stupid.
Annoying.
Manipulative.
That is was only a matter of time before
You realized that.
And it killed me.
The nightmare shifted.
There was no death
But it only made it worse.
My worst fears became reality
In this supposed fantasy.
And I don't ever want to do that again.
It was worse than any nightmare.
Because it faced the harsh reality.
It could happen one day.
And that
Is the scariest part.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
PoesíaMy thoughts tend to form like poems, so I figured I'd share them- part of me hoping they make sense to more than just myself.
