Poem #401

I have left you so many times  
and you don’t even know it. 
My mind is preparing for the day it all collapses. 
I was grown to prepare for the worst.  

Everyone leaves and once you walk out that door, 
my mind will already have all the scenarios worked out. 
I am not giving myself a chance to believe 
because it never served me any good. 

A change in tone, one wrong look, 
too long without an answer and I am getting over you. 
I don’t let myself relish in the good because that’s 
what kills you when everything inevitably falls.  


2 thoughts on “Poem #401

  1. Prolonged pain…

  2. Well said, well said.

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