Please erase my name from your book, because I no longer have enough of a story to tell and you cant fabricate my life.
I am deceased with in my own thoughts and with in your memories, if you needed me to exist now would be the time to tell me I am worthy of my name.
Explain to me how weak I am for needing to be needed, oh dear god that's all I've been told. Sensitive lips that's all that I know. My sweet one, I love you, My dear friend i need you but I will not be staying. It has been real late for almost a decade and I must be going.
I have been questioned, the depth of my damage. Vacant closets and congested cabinets. Stygian walls, luminescent doors, I am everywhere tonight. Let me heal, passed by a long 5 months I feel better, let me heal passed by a long 6 months I feel useless.
An insight inside my mind. This is brilliant but sick. So erase me from your book, I no longer have the strength to talk. This is my legend, my fate. My love I must be going after all it's pretty late.
YOU ARE READING
My Deepest Poetry
PoetryThis will be my book of poetry, some is trash and some isn't. You can decide what you like.
