go ahead then.
shut the door behind you and say you're gone.
i won't hold you back.
i'll let the plants die around me,
have the bed remain a mess,
and leave the laundry scattered and unfolded
all in spite of you leaving.
but i'll still hope you'll have a returning arrival
and witness the hell that you left me in.
YOU ARE READING
melancholy thoughts
Poetryan assortment of phrases and paragraphs i've written in the privacy of my own notes. here's sad poetry from a sad writer. *all poetry is mine!! [highest: #18 in poetry]
