I give you light
Yet you still choose to write
At 4am
In the dark
I give you my company
Love, affection
Yet you still cry into balled up paper-fists &
Push away my lips
I need to know
Who are you writing about?
On those pages of
Heart, tears, anger
Who are you obsessing about?
Sweating, shaking, screaming
Who are you trying to
rip
out?
You see
It's 4am my dear
The bed is again empty next to me
& yet
All I can do
Is write about
You
- What you told me as we ended
- I am sorry I wasn't ready.
YOU ARE READING
Brave Not Perfect- Formally: I'm No Perfect Poet.
PoesiDarling, to be Perfect Is simply not real. True tellings of domestic abuse in poetical form. This is the true story of a Fairy-Girl. By, The Fairy Queen #poetry- 13 #poembook- 2 #spokenword- 1 #10,000 reads 10/01/20
