What's a pig without its mud?
A bird without its nest?
Home without family?
Me without you?
Life sucked the minute the call dropped
I stayed in my room days after you
Cursing at the little paintings on the wall
Not because they weren't beautiful
Far from it, their beauty was why you picked them
Thinking about it now, my emptiness were my apparent
I hate myself for loving you
I hate you for leaving
I hate this, I hate love for deceiving me
Took me on a ride only to push me off the train
Did I miss something? Were the signs there?
When you ate with your frame bent
Was that a cry for help?
When you stayed long in the bathroom
Was that you taking me you're bored?
When you kissed me last month
Was that you saying goodbye?
Why? Why? Why?
A pig will die of heat without the mud
Without the nest, the bird will die flying
The home will crack without family
I will die from the darkness without you
I miss you, dearly
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I, Love, Her.
PoetryHow often do we want to defy the norm, only to become what we despise, this is poetry about a person who despite efforts to love differently, writing a different story into the fabric of life failed, not for a lack of effort of trying though. I hope...
