here is what hurts, i'll lay it out for you like a gourmet meal and hopefully you'll swallow it whole. let me know if you've got any better ideas, i'm running out of those.
at least show me an ending to this story where one of us doesn't get hurt. at least show me an ending where you don't get hurt.
when it's all over, don't apologize, just snap it in half and leave. spit my name like it's venom, like the curse words you were always taught not to say. hate me so at least it can be someone else this time.
i think it's finally time we end this. rip off the bandaid fast and maybe it'll hurt less. any slower and it might just leave a scar.
it's over and i'm ready for it to be. it's over and i miss it.
the end // k.
(ps- this is not the end of the book, just the title of the poem)
YOU ARE READING
this is everything i didn't say
Poetryand then there was one //if you know me, please ask before reading this, it's very personal
