You are your own demon
You haunt yourself with pain
You are the very reason
You hurt yourself again
You are not frightened
by ghouls and the undead,
You are horrified
by the image of him in someone else’s bed
You don’t fear the dark
and what awaits in it,
You’re afraid of the spark
that he might have with other people.
He’s out there drinking
and you’re here thinking
what if he’s making
someone else’s knees trembling
You wish that its not true,
that its all just in your head.
You wish you had no clue
with what happened in that bed.
It haunts you til this day
and you don’t know up until when
You just wish there was another way
but what you wish what didn’t happen happened
And it will never go away.
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