Plaything
You use your silence to punish me. You hope your absence will upset me. You pray that I will cry over you. You repeatedly bring me close so you can push me away again. You play games with my head. I’m not even a person to you anymore… just another plaything.
Catch me
I’m
afraid to stumble.
afraid to fall.
afraid you won’t catch me at all.
Numb
I told you that you would miss me once I was gone.
What’s left of you now that I’m no longer your pawn?
How does it feel to know you’re not kissing me goodnight?
How does it feel to know you’re not loving me the rest of your life?
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Mirror
The way she sits
all alone
leaves everyone else
in the dark.
To Live Forever
Somewhere?
Not here.
It’s so dark.
The night sky…
I can’t see!
Blinded.
