I followed you like a puppy,
you treated me like a dog.
You’ve taught me how to love & hate
at once.
I chose flight
& you chose oblivion
killing yourself in piece-meal.
I have wished for your death
so that I could mourn but once.

it is all of us who suffer.

You are an eggshell
delicate & impenetrable.
I tiptoe around
like the edge on a knife.

Tell me, when the cloud lifts,
is it your shadow you see
that terrifies
Or is it me?


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Poet. Photographer. Writer. Goddess. View all posts by ky

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