Favourite

I didn’t think it would hurt this much
Watching you erase me from your life
To be honest it’s probably something I should have done too
But I lacked the strength
And now you have done it for me
Yet I still feel a pain in my heart
I still feel tears on my cheeks
I tell myself it will be alright
My own voice betrays me…
“But Secrets, he was your favourite.”


After encouragement from a brilliant WP gal pal, this poem has been withdrawn from ‘the vault’ (i.e. things I lock away from the world). Comments are closed because this one hurt like hell.

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