Backbone Poem…


When it comes to you I bend backwards forward

You make me feel annoited to be with you

When the lights go out your presence light up my soul

You are the fire to my soul my ever present ‘need’

Switch up to reality!

I talk as if you are still around filling up the void you left

You left with no goodbye just a trail of torn memories

I say torn cause picking up every piece is hard I only pick the ones that look like flowers

Some pieces add up some pieces cramble as they refuse to pick themselves up

It hurts me to say but yes you were my backbone my only reason for survival my ever present antidote

But now I am glad that you have become something I would love to forget

A burnt memory, ashes to ashes my darling!


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