You or not at all

Vaughn Walker

I’m hanging the curtains. 
Ever since you left. 
Making this home for one. 
Finally got around to doing the things you asked of me. 

Looks like I finally did it. 
My innocence finally ran out.
Broken promises my middle name.

By the time I got better.

It seemed too late. 

I’m sure you’re happier. 
Now that I’m not around. 
I should’ve known. 
When we would talk on the phone. 
Forcing conversation. 
Asking about your day. 

But all you could think was. 
He only hurts me. 
You’ve forgotten what my love was. 
And I don’t blame you. 
But I can’t bear the thought of another. 
Sweeping you off your feet. 

Tell me you still love me. 
Even if it’s not true. 
Maybe we can fill the house again. 
With love and laughter. 
Stay up late. 
Watching your movies I secretly hate. 

It’s you or nothing. 
I fell. 
I lost myself. 
We cried. 
Just know that wasn’t me. 

  • Author: Vaughn Walker (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 20th, 2022 17:23
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 12


  • L. B. Mek

    this is relatable and raw
    thanks for sharing, dear poet

    • Vaughn Walker

      Thank you!
      Hard to write, but healing in ways too.

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