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Dec 2021
I know you don’t love me anymore, and I’m just the chain to your past.
I know I’m contagious and that’s why you are sad now, and sick now, and anxious now.

I know you are just letting go the pieces of love that you had for me. Until there’s nothing of me in you.
I know it too well because it’s not the first time that you do it.
It’s not the first time that I feel you are going to leave me,
that you are no longer mine,
that maybe you found another one to care,
another one to love,
just another one.
But not me.

I can say that it’s ok?

But
I’m not okay, I’m crying and
you just don’t care anymore,
because my tears mean nothing to you,
and my lack of breathing means freedom to you,
and when I no longer be able to laugh
or smile
or cry
or breathe then I know for sure
it will mean nothing too.
CA Teaspoon
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CA Teaspoon
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     --- and The Sick Red Carnation
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