sisterhood
must mean nothing to you.
I refused to see
the chemistry developing,
did not want to believe
the look in your eyes
was fondness for my beloved.
until you forced it upon me.
but I do not blame you.
and I do not blame myself.
I blame him.
for all of the torment
my soul endured
when it thought it lost its mate.
it forgot
he was not a past lover.
he broke me then, too.
in my next life,
I am sure we will all meet again.
maybe our roles will reverse,
or maybe my soul will forget again.
I just hope that
in this life
you are ok with destroying our
sisterhood
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Bare Bones
ПоэзияA collection of poems following a personal tale of heartbreak and healing. A note about the layout: Part 1: crave is the beginning. The inner workings of my relationship. The struggle we had with love. Part 2: ache is the breakup. All of the p...
