I’ve left a note by the book I was reading
On my desk, by my glasses.
Broken my favorite cup
So nobody else can use it.
Lit all the candles in the room
So the world can clearly see
What it has done
My finances are in order
There is nobody to pay
Gave notice at work
So they won’t be expecting me in.
In my lifetime
I’ve tried to love
Until recently, I had failed
Then I lost him
Only to get part of him back
Only the part he would let me have.
I tire of fighting him to have him
I tire of working so hard at soemthing
Nobody is proud of
Not even me.
I tire of being noticed more for what I am not
Than for who I am.
This is not me giving up
This is me relenting.
Please tell him to go find someone
He can give his entire life to..
He did that once for me
And it was beautiful..
Let him know his name was the last word
I ever said.
Thank you very much Vernon.
Thank you very much.
deeply felt, your poem painfully beautiful M’lle Josephine
Thank you Marcus, I appreciate you reading and commenting.
This is terribly moving, and if it is the last thing you write, I will be sad that I liked it so much.
This definitely will not be the last thing I write. Thank you so much for following my blog, reading, and commenting, I appreciate it.