Poetry · Writing

last memory

when i revisit,

the door is stingy

always fights back

knob two tons

make shift handgun

rips through our memory mansion

never easy

couldn’t face you that day

i remember the day the hour the minute

i remember what you were wearing

i just want

one more time.

to remember everything

before that fire.

please;

let me in

Poetry · Writing

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i would never hurt you

like they did,

the lie i tell myself

every morning.

it’s easier to pull the knife out

from the front,

that’s why

were so close

to feel the breathe escape

onto your warm lips.

i didn’t mean

for this to be

the end,

but it’s our time

maybe

will find one another

in a different life