Although I have gotten over us,
The cut you lashed is bleeding still
A thing from the past
A reminder of my untimely courage
The product of my haste confession
I was traumatized
You made me feel untrustworthy
You made me afraid of loving
For the pain you inflicted is something I wouldn't want to feel again
And I can't lose another friend
Your name is my trigger
For the memories to flood my senses
For the hate to resurface
And for my decision to regret
But I do try
I do believe I'm in better company now
Better friends, loving friends, real ones too
They make me forget, and I have
You haunt me less now
I hate you less
I love you no more
And this?
This is your ghost saying goodbye
This is your last page in my book
And I will rip it and tear in to shreds
YOU ARE READING
WORD PLAY
Poetry"The lonesome hours is when imagination is vast, limitless even". Word Play is a collection of poetry of all kinds made in the most haphazard moments of a gay girl's life. note: for the part about the 2015 movie Carol, see chapter titled "carol" P.S...
