Question B)
Why must I be so v u l n e r a b l e ?
A simple question that my mind cannot put to paper let alone find the answer to...
I don't w a n t to love you.
So can you please f u c k o f f with your done-up hair and your way of thinking.
You always said you hated having your hair up because you though you looked ugly,
Today in class, a messy bun of golden locks sat atop your diamond mind...
I don't know w h y it bothered me.
Today in class, you and I were called down because we got into the same program for Arts,
My heart still races at an unhealthy pace when our n a m e s are said together...
I couldn't tell you w h y.
My chest still s t r a i n s when I see the look in your eye when your genuinely sad...
I don't have an a n s w e r for that either.
My emotional wall still forms incredibly fast when I see you k i s s him...
Once again, for n o reason.
I don't love you.
I love the old you.
Who you w e r e...
I don't love myself.
But I loved who you made me.
Who I w a s...
Reading all this poetry about the graveyard for love is reminding me that our love now lives there too.
I write about everlasting love, encased in a m e m o r y,
But what if I w a n t it back.
Do I want back our love, or you, or me?
A simple question that my mind cannot put to paper let alone find the answer to...
So can you please f u c k o f f with your new boyfriend and your way of making me miss y o u.
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Blind Poets
PoesíaPoetry for those who find both comfort and discomfort in the dark. - Em Instagram: @em.g_4 WARNING This book includes references to sensitive topics such as suicide, depression, struggles with mental health and so on.
