left on read
am i nothing more to you
than some bothersome notification?
i was told i was family
only a matter of months ago,
and i truly don't believe this would have happened if you ever meant it.
ladies and gentleman,
i am upset to inform you
i have been degraded to a stranger.
(this poem kinda stinks, ~ pardon ~ its lack of talent)
i'm hoping
that if i let all my frustrations
drain
and bleed
onto paper,
i won't have any left for you.
i need to not have any left for you.
how to get me to fall out of love with you?
all i have to do
is watch
reciprocity
die at your feet.
YOU ARE READING
ruby
Poetrypoems about the next stage of my life, hopefully about new experiences but also about hanging onto something the heart has desperately longed for and isn't quite ready to give up
