take your time
in grieving for the
gone and dead,
but don't forget to
bury and release
afterwards.

I thought I could
never feel anything
and for no one
but you,
but baby
you dug a grave
for all the feelings
I've ever had for you
and you jumped in too

history does repeat itself,
I see it in my poetry

the same way you don't
owe anybody your time,
you don't owe anyone forgiveness,
as much as you owe yourself relief,
and sometimes feeling anger
for those who wrong you
is the strongest form of self love.

I gave you something
that belongs to me,
and all you left for me
was the gift receipt.

i love you so ******* much. so ******* much.

what the **** was i doing loving someone else more? what the **** was i thinking?