You said
you bled
just to see
my chest still breathing.
Floating through space
a blissful place
just to see
your chest still breathing.
You never bled.
You never tried.
Because of you
this noose I have tied
nothing is as it was.
Now I will never see
the wonderful sight
of your chest still breathing
in the bed at night.
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Author:
Screaming goat (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 14th, 2022 09:29
- Comment from author about the poem: I made this when I was bored, so it's probably not that good.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
If you can write like that when you're bored, god knows what you can write when you start to really write.
I usually write best when I feel betrayed or angry. Thanks for the comment!
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