I'm starting to
think I'm doomed,
trapped in my room
with all my tombs,
lights barely lit,
I can feel the gloom.
My mind is in a frenzy,
my heart almost empty,
don't spill what remains because
that can get deadly.
She chose to drink
the last sip,
good thing those 3
words never slipped
between my lips,
although if you look closely,
they were always
written in fine print.
Her glass is still full,
sprinting to the past,
hoping for what could be,
instead of staying
with something that will last.
So I made that decision
to give her a taste;
she wasted it,
spat it in my face,
all of the smiles,
shyness and text messages faked,
using that last drop
to get her through the heartbreak.
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10/2/20
2:56 AM
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YOU ARE READING
The Words I've Never Said
PoetryA place where I put my soul on display for the world to see. Here's a closer look at the ups and downs of my consciousness. If I could use two words to describe my writing they would be an emotional rollercoaster. My goal is to heal those reading...
