you are fire and i have been in winter my entire life.
i absolutely REFUSE to return to the cold.
i am here, shivering in your absence but i push on.
i will keep gathering logs and find as much gasoline as i can.
i will make you comfortable upon your return.
yes, it may look different.
i may look a little stronger,
and a little weaker
and maybe kinda tired
all at once,
for living without you is possible but not easy.
my house may not be made of logs anymore, so that you cant hurt me the way you did last time.
but it will be new and it will be just as beautiful.
hell, the goal is to make it better.
so this time you can keep me warm and i can keep you safe,
without you almost burning me alive.
i will feel the ash in my lungs and the smoke in my throat that you left for the rest of my life.
i will not kill myself for you ever again.
i am removing the noose that you lovingly slid around my neck,
i am throwing away the blades that you gently placed into my palms,
i am closing the pill bottle,
i am turning off the car and opening the garage door.
you hurt me.
but i put a noose around your neck, too.
either way,
i can still love you...
...right?
YOU ARE READING
idk if i can call this poetry
Poetrybook 2 this started out as just writing down my thoughts. poems, quotes and other random stuff. thats what this was supposed to be. instead, it had become a diary. a journal, almost. this is long lost lovers. this is heartbreak. this is one s...
