I'm sitting by a fire
remembering your name
remembering
the memories
of what it was like
to be loved
by you.
But then
wait.
you never loved me
cuz if you did
you wouldn't have
put me through
the crap you did.
So I breathe in
your jacket
one last time
hug the teddy bear
one last time
look at the wilted roses
one last time
and throw them into the fire
along with the
memories
of you.
YOU ARE READING
Black Daisies
PoetryThis is my own poetry, for anyone who doesn't feel accepted, anyone hating their life, anyone who's in a dark pit. Poetry understands.
