Our “i love you’s” Will Send Us To Our GravesMature

It’s like stabbing your chest with a pen

A dull ache which will never kill you

I’ve hurt you, pushed you over the edge

“Forget me… Even though I love you, I’d die without you.”

- Confused –

“I thought you hated me?”

Stare past my feet; down to the wet soil; to the core of the Earth

Wet with blood, tears and rain


The End

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