Holy fucking shit.
You did it again.
You keep leaving.
Somtimes when I think I've forgotten
I dream about you
Unconscious I dream
That we have forgivin you
Or that it never happened.
You keep leaving.
This time
I know you're gone for good.
Your moving in with the woman
The woman you called 'the love of your life'
You said it so easily
Almost like you don't have a deceased wife.
Almost like you never loved her.
You never loved her
Maybe I was to young to see it
Maybe you hid it well
But I won't know
Hiding things is a talent for you
You keep LEAVING
You keep MESSING UP
Did you think it would be easy to forgive you?
At this point you're not even trying.
I'm not sure how that makes me feel.
Bad.
It makes me feel all kinds of negitave feelings
Becuase you've given up.
If you cared
You would call
If you cared
You would want to talk about it
If you cared
You would want to fix it
If you cared
This wouldn't have happened at all.
You keep droping bombs on us
Fucking up is a twice a year deal for you
now you're moving in with some whore
All I know is her name.
But it seems to have slipped my mind
Just like how you constantly forget
That you have grandchildren.
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Aesthete
PoetryHere I churn out my guts for everyone's pleasure, trying to make pain tangible. Trying to make feelings comprehensible. Trying to be somthing.
