Please just please me

pass the knife over with your words, honey
leave me to my time
eventually you will tire of this
always dedicated love
should I ask for anything
easy as climbing a mountain of me
jumping the gun of self insults
used these excuses to keep quiet
sitting alone
today you won’t see me
perhaps tomorrow you won’t either
leave you to your relaxing
effort of mine is history now
after all, it wasn’t important
setting suns are quicker than us
empathy is not your strength
mine is sounding like a bitter cynic
every single day I just love you more

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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