I Wished For Your Death Tonight

 

whispered a prayer on the stars and the
hidden moon, "let it die. let it both die.
let it die and set me free."

for this fucking ghost still haunts me
and i wish i had one of those wash
and wear hearts that could be made
to feel what i wanted it to feel.

but no, my heart never listens to me.
it loves when there is no love in return,
it aches from damage done to it years
ago. it cries in the night and i get so
angry with it.

"behave!" i scream silently to it. "grow
up! get real!"

and it ignores me.

denise

 

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