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Things have never been the same since... 👼
You said it was better off dead! 🪦
You may have never wanted it, but I did! 👰♀️
I wanted rings to prove people wrong. ⭕
Show them you treated me like a queen. 👑
But people could see the toxic I was blind to. ☠️
I still think of the blood-stained fingers 🩸
On that bench, you insisted had privacy. 🔒
The nights we spent together in bed. 🛏️
I never got to meet your family or go to your shrine. 👪🏼
Maybe you'll read this, and maybe you won't. 📰
The red flags are there, but I still believe in you. 🟥
Deep inside, the man I loved pre-covid will return. 😷
I know your biggest wish is to leave this world. ⚰️
We may be blocked, but I beg you to seek help. 🆘
I want the person I fell in love with back, but he's gone. 🏥
I hope I've done the right thing, I will take care of myself. 👊
When our paths meet again, I will be the best version of myself. 🩰
I'll go to all the places you didn't want me to go...👠
And keep in mind whatever I did and do is for the best 💙
For both of us. 💔
About the Creator
Chloe Gilholy
Former healthcare worker and lab worker from Oxfordshire. Author of ten books including Drinking Poetry and Game of Mass Destruction. Travelled to over 20 countries.
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He does not like poetry; I write it anyway and do not tell him. It's true his face is not a poet's face. It is round and open, youthful; too apt to be compared to the sun. His nose is neat. It is impossible to imagine him smoking a cigarette, terse, full of cheekbones and tension. His warmth burns my fingertips. I am here for his fascinating body, the haphazard freckles I touch one by one; he is here for my eyes, just my eyes. A sunbeam sneaks through the curtains and pierces us both, sizzling the spices of his skin. I inhale and wrap myself in him. He kisses my eyes.
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Comments (4)
Hang in there my dear sending love 💕 ❤️
Heartwrenching & heartbreaking!!! Toxic & controlling isn't good. Taking care of yourself is good!!! Sending virtual hugs!!!💕♥️♥️
I'm so sorry this happened to you but I'm so glad you decided to prioritize yourself and your needs. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
That is heartbreaking, and sounds completely necessary. Hang in there.