I stooped to your level before I knew what I was getting into and now I can't dig myself up out of those six feet I need to shed in order to live again. I've always said that you make me sick but i see your insides now better than ever, and it is not just the smoke that turned your organs black. How dare you not have the decency to do this to me in private? This is the second time you have let everyone else know first. Like it isn't hard enough for me to hear of these paths you keep chosing, let alone be told about them by strangers. And here I am in my bed, alone between bare, black sheets thinking about how I now make myself sick. I let myself become your mangy little whore, and I basked in the honor of that even after I told you we were through. It hurts to say this, but I know now that if you don't devote the rest of your life to that ignorant bitch then you are the most cowardly person I know (And loved) There are no more second chances for me and you and us but there will soon be an infant who will need a lot of explaining and a loving family and as much as you won't want it it is what you need to do.Birth sign: Not entered
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