I am collywobbly fine and dandy
and so supercalifragilistically exhausted from this guilt
which feels more like a guillotine
that’s swinging round my neck
like a crescent sickle pendant
engraved with all our sweet talk and my
‘I will love you forever’s or as long as I’m broken
Words
I never intended to be held against me
in the case that I am human
and human,
doesn’t it mean to make mistakes?
I make them all the time
So I’m sorry if the butterflies are gone and I’m just realizing
that I don’t like the bitter taste
of caterpillars that lie rotting in my stomach
They’re weighing down on me
and I know that it hurts
but I guess we’ll both have to live with it
And loosing never tastes nice
neither for the loser nor for the lost
and I could have served my betrayal on a silver plate
coated it with maple syrup and sprinkled it
with all the lies that would’ve sounded
so much better than the hurt
But I did not want you to choke
on the pain that comes
no matter what I put on the table in front of you
January 5, 2020 at 11:41 PM
Nice to see your post after such a long time. Thanks for sharing such a wonderful post. Look forward to reading more of your writings in the near future. 🙂
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January 27, 2020 at 4:19 AM
thank you so much for the sweet feedback! I’m glad you stuck around I really appreciate it 🙂
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