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as i died away from your memory

and evaporated into worthlessness

did you really still  love me?

as my arms bled on the bathroom floor

and stained your pallid rug

did you really still  love me?

as i showed up with bruises that came from my father

and covered it up with cream colored concealer

did you really still  love me?

a broken girl in a broken world,

who still deserves to be loved?

just let me die from your mind

my soul chips away so softly

piece by piece, i'm gone.

a broken girl

who was in broken world

who didn't deserve to be loved.

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