Walking alone in the flat at 2 am, back and forth, trying to ignore the aches in my stomach. Then, I decided to have coffee on the balcony, preparing two cups: the simplistic mug for me and the flowery one for your ghost.
How painful to see your face every-time i fell down reminding me that i only have you. From the bottom of my heart ,i hope you die, Although I will be the saddest woman then. I will not sleep for nights, suffering, haunted by your voice in my head.
The first love I knew was my love for you. The first betrayal I experienced was yours towards me in August 2013, to be precise, on the 11th at 2:03 am. From where i stand now, I can still envision myself hiding the baby in my arms behind that door. I was terrified that you would kill him. This is the ultimate betrayal – I gave you my head, and yet you demanded even more freshness in the flesh you devoured. Since then no one can betray me; I made a promise to myself to never put my baby in anyone's arms. Because poison seeps through the pores.
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Taste Of Anger
PoetryI choose anger instead of sorrow I prefer madness over sadness I never want to be a victim. cover © : SIILDA
