i will break all the vinyls,
burn all the photos,
bury all your clothes,
and break all the vases.
i will cry for hours,
call for days,
carry the weight of your leaving,
and create melancholy masterpieces that'll hang in museums.
i will make use of myself,
make use of this heartbreak,
make use of the damage i've done,
and make you miss me.
because i am not only a woman who loved the person she would soon lose,
but a soul that can do so much more than be ruined singlehandedly.
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]
