Same old story,
The same sorry.
He walked away and I grieved,
More agonizing pain I received.
I didn't lose, but something changed.
All my sympathy, mercy and empathy were drained.
Trauma and anxiety was remained,
I am what I am because I was trained.
I'll burn the universe's prophecy,
I'm running away from your toxicity.
Glimpse of my own reflection and my self pity,
But he called me crazy, never seen me worthy.
Brought you back into your knees,
I was drowning, but I chose to save you from the raging seas.
He didn't reply so I kept screaming, "Please."
Still, no explanation gave my mind no ease.
But who are you going to call?
When is the darkest day of your life about to fall?
And who's going to ask me if I'm busy?
Where's my boy, who used to love me and call me pretty?
On and off connection,
Maybe he just loved the affection and attention.
You were the love of my life,
But for you, I'm the loss of your life .
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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.
