The guilt will kill me, if you don't first
You don't come home at night
I always think the worst
tear myself open over him
satisfy his thirst
My pride above my mind
when will I be reimbursed
you read me like a book
I think your act is rehearsed
I'd be alone every time I looked away
if this were reversed
I keep asking myself
what is my worth
I turn my head away
I'm overworked
why is it I can't cry
but you can flirt?
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"In my Memories" Poetry for (#WATTY'S 2019)
PoetryMy Poetry I'm submitting for the poetry award in the 2019 Watty awards. This is all deeply personal to me, and I'm taking a step out of my comfort zone to share this with you. I hope you can connect to it, Come read my memories.
