23/06/2018
| I cannot |
I will not
Be the girl you brand replaceable
I will not be the one
That is an abyss of comfort
Of warm food
And warmer thighs
After every single one of your damn fuck ups
I will be the girl who you will
remember
as you drift off to sleep
The biggest regret of your entire life
I will be the girl
who instead of crying over you
And letting you enter her again with open arms
Closed the door in your face
I will be the girl who wore black
And made a headstone for you
I will be the girl who mourned
You
As if you had died
I will be the girl
who visited your grave
Every time she felt weak
And left a flower
That would wilt
As your promises wilted
that will not survive the winter
As your love did
not
I will be the girl
who you will never get back
Because the dead do not rise
And you
My love
Are dead to me
| I cannot |
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OF GROWTH AND DEATH | Poetry collection
PoetryIn which we grow like roses Yet die like autumn leaves - A collection of poetry written during epiphanies at 3am All Rights Reserved 2017 | @mamaatunde
