the greatest gift god ever dealt me
was the will to live again
you were the first and last in everything
until the sun didn't revolve again
son of my dying light before we see
i love the way you cried to me
allowing me to see you alone
but you know me too well to love it
so we left the front door open
a piece of me died in your heart
right before you ran from the light
into a broken world of glass
why couldn't i be a machine?
losing all humanity so i can be nothing
but i am delicate to the mention of god
your name is a curse
YOU ARE READING
if not human
Poetrythe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark
