I remember when we wanted to get married.
We had chosen France, for our wedding.
He wanted to wed me in the beautiful city of Paris.
We were taken to so many places which we could use,
but he kept declining.
He wanted somewhere with enough space.
We went to a hotel that night.
I loved our room,
but he didn't.
He wanted a room with enough space.
We got married two months later,
in a room with enough space.
So much space that i felt like nobody attended our wedding.#
He began to cheat during our first year together.
Whenever i wanted to talk about it,
he would give excuses.
Eventually, he told me i was choking him.
He told me he needed some space.
When he died,
I attended his burial.
I kept wondering one thing.
I kept wondering if his casket had enough space.
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High Off These Thoughts
PoetryI overthink a lot. I think at some point in life, we all do. This work tells you about deep thoughts and happenings that continue to exist daily, all told in the first person narative. These poems are written in freeverse, and are designed to make t...
