was so emotional
Do not put me in this position, am too wounded, too cut and too vulnerable to even imagine that for a single moment I can be losing you.
Been rejected is normal to me but you can never be too familiar with pain, with all the bruises am trying to heal I do not think I will to survive this.
So my dearest if this where we are at make it fast and turkey cold so that I can start dealing with the aches. So that I can feel the hurt and everything that goes in between,
So that I can cry my heart out to and pour it all out. So that I can preserve the memories before the pain destroys them,
Before blue turns black, the smile turns to tears, the pictures of you become blur and your shadow turns to ghost, before you pull the plug and dump me look at me one last time for old time sake,
Finally honey am ready to punch in, my mind is giving in to grief, my heart is giving in pain, my body is giving in to nothingness and my soul is frozen,
here I am bleeding to death...........
Wamaitha
Poetry by Wamaitha
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Written on 2015-10-23 at 14:13
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Do not put me in this position, am too wounded, too cut and too vulnerable to even imagine that for a single moment I can be losing you.
Been rejected is normal to me but you can never be too familiar with pain, with all the bruises am trying to heal I do not think I will to survive this.
So my dearest if this where we are at make it fast and turkey cold so that I can start dealing with the aches. So that I can feel the hurt and everything that goes in between,
So that I can cry my heart out to and pour it all out. So that I can preserve the memories before the pain destroys them,
Before blue turns black, the smile turns to tears, the pictures of you become blur and your shadow turns to ghost, before you pull the plug and dump me look at me one last time for old time sake,
Finally honey am ready to punch in, my mind is giving in to grief, my heart is giving in pain, my body is giving in to nothingness and my soul is frozen,
here I am bleeding to death...........
Wamaitha
Poetry by Wamaitha
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Written on 2015-10-23 at 14:13
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