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Oct 2017
You always write for and because of her.
Well, why wouldn't you?
She, who took away the most space in you;
would I even matter?

You lose yourself, intoxicated
by the thought of her.
But still, she filled your consciousness
even when you're sober.

I heard you came knocking at your own door
with eyes red and tensed jaws.
I noticed blood on your hands and I knew then
that your plan went through.

I let you in and gave you your keys.
"How far did you go?"
I asked offering a bottle of cold beer.
"I couldn't do it. I couldn't **** the man she loves."

You covered your face with both your hands.
I tried to calm you down.
"Everything will be okay" I said as I felt my hands trembling
reaching for the gun.


I smirked as I placed your cold hands firmly around your gun.
I wrote, "To Daisy, you are as warm as the yellow sun.
But you left me no choice and use this gun."
A farewell fit for you since you always wrote for her.
Written on 20:12 September 23, 2017

I still think this is not good enough, so I may change this again and again as I have for many times.
Written by
pearlianne  28/F/Cebu, PH
(28/F/Cebu, PH)   
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