Note By The Window

Two letters under the covers.

I recover

as I stare at the innocent

self-satisfied writings under my bed,

I count inside my head

three to five years totally wasted,

two years left,

i tilt my head,

looking at my reflection ahead,

you heard he was never gonna be enough

yet you stayed,

you heard that one time was enough

but you still went ahead

and believed that maybe one time was the last,

the scars left on your body

can’t compare to the scars he left on your heart

now you bow down,

packing your clothes,

scared that this journey will be too long.

You lost your soul to love,

in exchange, you got your heart broken

and your legs tied

with your inner organs sold.

Now with all hope lost, you write,

poems in a shaky font

you script down love letters to your soul

trying to repair what he broke,

the first thing you lost was your voice,

now mute and deaf

you find yourself broken and lost.

This was written by our contributing writer, Luna Martha.

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