My dear old heart, today I mourn the death of your senses
Like a hungry infant who blindly sucks on a nipple
Yet again I have ignorantly believed each word you say
My own saboteur, committing suicide again
The difference is this time around am not living a note behind
My first death, I explained the reason for my self-execution
But this time around I want to disappear, love loudly, and murder myself with another heartbreak
This time though I feel like, at least I made a breakthrough
It won't be a futile death but one that brings hope to another
As I melt yet another layer of their dark heart
I will be the light at the end of the tunnel
Their saving grace, an angel who commits suicide
Surely I have fallen for the devil
- Author: Mimie ( Offline)
- Published: August 7th, 2021 09:56
- Comment from author about the poem: Giving him one last time although I know am entering the lion's den
- Category: Love
- Views: 18
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