i.
my love for him sometimes
was like a whispered secret
in the dead of the night:
quiet and careful.
other times it was a violent
thrash of the tongue,
hands clinging on to the highest
tree branch, afraid to fall.
(afraid to say goodbye.)
ii.
in hindsight i am sorry for trying
to save myself from getting hurt
by you.
i only shattered my heart
in the process.
iii.
(goodbye, ghost, i'm sorry
that i loved you so.)
(goodbye ghost, i'm sorry
that i let you go.)
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 8:58 PM UTC
i.
my love for him sometimes
was like a whispered secret
in the dead of the night:
quiet and careful.
other times it was a violent
thrash of the tongue,
hands clinging on to the highest
tree branch, afraid to fall.
(afraid to say goodbye.)
ii.
in hindsight i am sorry for trying
to save myself from getting hurt
by you.
i only shattered my heart
in the process.
iii.
(goodbye, ghost, i'm sorry
that i loved you so.)
(goodbye ghost, i'm sorry
that i let you go.)
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