Have you ran out of those quotes written with intimacy
Written with the power or more so your affection gave me
Or maybe we can go about this in a poetic way
Maybe you are barely putting your hand in that jar
Or maybe you find yourself doing it
But you stop yourself
Because you want the moment to last
Because when you get to that last quote it'll hit you that I'm finally gone
Guilt
Guilt will come after that
Thinking "why would I grow away a caterpillar that will soon be able to spread her wings "
It crazy how how my poetry put you through things
When you were the muse of majority of them
The one that made me stay up late nights
pouring my heart and pride out on a piece of paper
making fun of me or trying to justify me bleeding when you shot me ...
Like I didn't deserve to feel the way I did
Say you cared
But if that's the case you shouldn't have did me the way you did
