I don't want to lose her.
I will surely miss her.
But I still have to do it.
Killing her, forgetting her existence.
In order to survive.
To continue existing.
Even if I am dead inside.
Stuffing her deep in my closet.
If the time comes,
I don't know if I'll just bury you
Or attempt to revive you.
Sleep well for now.
My poor embarrassing, lazy self.
Don't worry.
If all of this does not end,
I shall join you.
YOU ARE READING
late night poems
Poetryhad insomnia, can't sleep, don't want to start, do, or finish homework? wrote a poem. sometimes prompts. sometimes with music. maybe would help me. maybe not. random thoughts. 3 am. rain. sad playlist. expressing self.
