I awaken to a small hand
cradling my cheek
And I smile,
Thinking how cute it is.
That he's still asleep.
Yet still comforting me.
My baby,
Only two years old.
I cringe at my smile
My pain abeyant to me before,
Blinding me of the real reason
of which I'm awake.
A sharp pain In my stomach,
On the lower quadrid of my right side.
And I think, holy fucking shit,
It's finally happening.
My appendix is finally bursting/busted,
Or my cis finally popped.
Or maybe it's just him,
With me again.
Trying to show me that he can inflict
On me even more pain
On insides where I've already got pain
Than on the outside.
I told her this would happen,
Does love really make you this blind?
Do I even matter at all?
Why choose him over me?
The child she's left
To bear her unbearables.
Her being with him,
Has been like a prelonged death sentence.
Is the last thing i think,
Since it hurts to do so.
As I fall back into an unwelcome sleep,
With his blurring face
Smiling at me.
~C.
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Poetry©© Its my own personal poems. They may be good, they may be mediocre but they're mine nonetheless. If there's a poem that isn't mine, whoever wrote it will get their own credit. This is my book though so if your gonna be a dick, don't. Also if you s...
