I embraced you with crying wrists and a stomach fill of candy.
The candies that are shaped into caskets and offer a quick escape that lasts for eternity.
My embrace was not returned like I had hoped.
I held you by the arms and melted into a puddle of despair.
Screams shot from my lungs, fatal bullets of a sorry soul.
I pleaded for my expiration.
Instead, I am nailed down on my knees with guilt.
As you held the hammer, I sobbed.
Words felt as if they had become vines with thorns, tearing away at my throat as they surfaced.
I am guilty for my near departure from the ones I love so dearly.
Without speaking goodbyes or giving reason to my odd desire.
I thought death whispered me a promise.
A promise of being set free.
A promise of resolution to my pain.
Truthfully, death whispered to me that it was not my time.
That I am unknowingly needed within this life of mine.
That maybe I am not needed by me but perhaps I am needed by others.
Others that can teach me to need me.
To want to live for me.
To love me.
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I Have More Than A Perfect Figure
Poetry"Strength, love, suffering and healing. The gritty surface of reality written down on every page. This is a heartfelt message to everyone who can relate to the tragedy of life experiences, trauma and relationships."
