We are all cursed
with questions.
Cursed to have an answer,
cursed to ask for the answer,
cursed to know the answer when it comes.
We lose track of lies,
attempts,
questions.
How many has it been?
I ask, but we both know
that you can't remember.
How do you try?
And I know before you say anything.
I wish you didn't have an answer,
wish I hadn't asked for the answer,
wish I didn't know what the answer would be.
Wish I had never seen the picture
I won't be able to unsee....
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Bitter Bliss: A Poetry Collection
PuisiMy fourth poetry collection, raw and original. My deepest fears, most insecure thoughts, and cruelest wishes. 🖤🖤Trigger warning: everything🖤🖤