November 2019
"Lay with me tonight?" He begs me,
As he holds my hand in his.
"You wasted all the time I gave you."
I respond, feeling heartbroken.
He, an hour before,
Was spewing harsh names at me,
And now, after not productively talking to me,
About us, our future.
He wants me to lay there with him one last time.
My heart aches, knowing he wants one last thing from me,
But the one last thing I wanted from him,
Was to actually fix things.
I guess we don't always get what we ask for.
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
