The PuppetYou watch her diea thousand timesand leap back totry and stop itover and overbut you cannotchange her destinyno one lives foreverand she is a puppeton the strings offatearen't we all?
The SuicideThe single sheet draped:(Naked body, ceiling fan)Crumpled over curves, ruffling,Goosebumps prickling skin.No pipe dream clears the smoke:(Aching lungs, stained sheets)Asphyxiation, transfixedOn the ceiling fan.
No ContextContext is key totruly understand anything that happened here.
EditsIf I could edit my lifeLike a bookI know which partsI would keep,Rewrite, repeat,Delete.
SelfishYes, I am selfish,Yes, I am a bitch.How dare I not want youTo hurt me again.How dare I shut you out.How dare I run away.How dare I not want to hearA single word you say.
Both WaysLove works both ways:There is only so muchOf a mutual lack thereofBefore we fall back outThe same way we first fell in.