Wednesday, November 3, 2021

Poetry: Please


Please don't love me,
You have stained this glass.
Lost serenity,
Amnesia of my past.
My days of quiet misery,
Grow quieter the closer you are.
Wrapped in complexity,
I try to stay warm from afar.

Please don't touch me,
You have done enough.
I sift through my own debris,
Collecting pieces you failed to touch.
Gone are those moments seized,
In the haze of aberrant love.
My time has come and I am free,
Embrace what I am to become.

Please don't mourn for me,
I rise in spite of your work.
From that place I have grieved,
I've dusted off the ashes of hurt.
My strength grants invincibility,
Resolute to grow from this earth.
Truth that rewrites my story,
A testament of my self-worth.


-Ebony




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