Written 7/13/17
"I love you."
I carved it into my tombstone.
I filled my grave with the motto.
You were the pill I took,
to kill the pain.
All the while, exasperating it.
At the entrance of the cemetery,
read a sign I made two years later,
"NO VACANCY."
You can't stay here anymore.
I can't stay here anymore.
Bury the past,
along with the motto.
The words I carved into my skin,
finally, I take them back.
v.e.s.
A/n: This is about an ex. I'm not sure this makes sense to anyone other than me, but oh well. The meaning behind it has so much power for me, personally. While I did take back those words a long time ago, expressing it in this short poem gave me more strength.
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