R.I.P. (Radical. Immortal. Poetry.)

Absence

It feels like it's better when I'm not around.

Should I disappear and never be found?

Really, I don't mind, I'm not hurt.

I'm getting used to being treated like dirt.

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Being away from me, are you thrilled?

Would you be relieved if I was killed?

I don't know where or what we are anymore.

I lied; everything hurts badly to the core.

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Could it be that you are already tired of me,

Even when I love and care for you endlessly?

I too, get tired, telling you how I want to be treated.

That in itself, the purpose is defeated.

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I wish you'd show more love in both word and action

And that you'll never again lie, even by a fraction.

Because that's what made it hard to trust you in your absence.

I don't even know when you will ease me with your presence.

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Would you miss me if I was actually the one,

Who is absent and even possibly gone?

I keep praying for some comfort and clarification

And never again to drown in this kind of situation.

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Copyright

Star Ashley Cruz

Jan. 25, 2020