the day a man loves me
is the day that I will die,
no man of mine has a mind,
we all die alone.
to die together
is improbable,
but I will never ache like that,
I'd rather die alone.
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Author:
𝓱𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: its been a minute, I've been busy. I've maintained all A's — so far, haha
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Comments2
This poem seems to speak of a disbelief that she can be loved by a man and has accepted solitude. Strong words of conviction here. Nicely done
Thanks!
You are most welcome
Yay on your A's! Rock on Hayleigh!!!
As for your poem, Ii sucks to feel unloved or unable to be loved by another and, when that seeming becomes the regular cycle, it can be off putting in the least...so much so that solitude and isolation and loneliness seem to be the better pain. Powerful write, my friend! A fave! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
thank you!
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