I heard Sylvia's lies

seeing the poems you wrote to other women

 darkened my soul

  but I loved them

   there was a piece of you in

   a piece I could never reach.

I don't mind if you want to burn them. 

   Write for them with erasable pens.

   But please engrave me on your desk

If you choose to forget me one day

   I don't know what I would do with my wrecked soul

who wrecked everything she loved  

I know, I have no right to tell you

     carve your words into my tombstone

We can both be selfish to hold each other for ourselves

       under those words

I know what i said

  that i won't write for you again

 i'm sorry

        i think that's a lie you don't want me to keep

I will always crave your words

   you will always be my first stop

don't forget that i am the ghost under your bed

I always watch you in the dark

If you

one day

decide to erase me and leave here

I'm not saying this for myself

but Sylvia would want you to stay.

Sylvia lies about everything she says.

I heard her.

 She misses but won't confess

   and she won't come back.

Author's Note

I write poems in a hurry without knowing where they will end up, and I no longer care about them being as perfect as before. Sorry. I am in hurry in my mind

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

I feel sometimes hurried unedited are sometimes the best I do that all the time it’s just my way nice to meet another

[Beren]

Yes sometimes, but sometimes resting your poem for a few days and editing again is good too

[red93]

Fascinating Work B. So much emotion, so cleverly expressed. Really Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Beren]

Ah thank you so much sir! Glad you visited here!

[Everett Dulin]

Very emotional piece, and very well spoken. You very much have a way with words and emotion.

[Beren]

Thank you, your thoughts are matter