I dream of the
beginning, middle, and end.
A lot of mishaps
and misunderstandings.
Cold shoulders
and the silent treatment.
Misery loves
company.
It comes to me
so clear and I see you.
Slipping away.
It’s like you’re
hanging off the edge of the cliff and I am trying to save you.
Do you want to
be saved?
They show me
your motives, mistakes, and those you don’t care to fix.
I try to wake
up, but they let me watch it like a movie.
But in actuality
it’s my life, and its reality.
I drop hints,
clues, and subliminal messages.
Why still no
change?
My heart is
already half-broken, why keep throwing salt on it?
They come almost
every night and back to back.
Is it a sign to
let go or to hold on?
Like they always
say time will tell.
By. Tasha G.
By. Tasha G.
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