If this is another goodbye for now,
I'm not letting it allow.
I've already broken a lot of promises for you.
Which of your sides is true?
Ever since he used me, I have never trusted anyone.
Not even a word to someone,
In every word,
I would be holding a double edged sword.
I sat in bed, looking for answers.
Oh, to wish to have cancer.
I've been questioning my life,
Stab myself with the knife.
Everyone's one and only hope so I hold on tight.
I have to win this fight.
"Honey, fake it til you make it."
The flames of my determination should lit.
Maybe he would recognize me one day,
But my identity had to change someday.
The ashes of the prophecy is finally buried with our story,
All's left in poetry.
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The Forced Ending.
YOU ARE READING
THE BURGUNDY POEM
PoetryThis is the poem that I have been writing since August 2023, and it is also about how I fell in love and grieved with the same person, and how I just chose to accept it even if it hurts while I'm writing and publishing this poem.
