My loss
Isn't your fault, then?
The fact that you aren't here
Beside me
Isn't your fault, then?
I find that hard to believe
When you're the one
Who took the fall
Who took the pills
Who took the shot.
I find that hard to believe
When you're the one
Who took the leap
Who took the swallow
Who took the bullet.
I never knew
How you died
Because
I never asked.
I never asked
Because
I still thought
In my delusional mind
That if I didn't know
That if I denied
Hard enough
It wouldn't be true.
That if I could believe
Just for a moment
You loved me enough
To stay here
You would.
- Her
YOU ARE READING
I Told Him (Wattys 2014)
PoetryShe told him not to do it but he took his life anyway. Told in free-verse poetry with sparse limerick/rhyming qualities, you don't know their names, but you'll forever remember their story. #Wattys2014
