The Murder in Me

I never meant to kill our love, it was done accidentally.

I gave you all the reasons you found to fall out of love with me.

Self sabatoging self,

why can’t you just let me be?

I know you’re bored but damn

you’re showing him the person

he wasn’t supposed to see.

Guess you want me to be lonely, or maybe you just love being my one and only.

Either way, I’m done feeling blue because of you.

I’ll stop being a killer now that I know how to win.

I’ll simply have to teach myself how to love myself again.

Published by ataliep33

I am a mother first, but without these words I spill, I cannot breathe. I am me in my words. No matter who you think I am or what truths you choose to believe. Getting out what I keep inside produces my oxygen, which keeps me alive. If you read these thoughts of mine, please do so with a little rhyme, because while I may seem remedial and soft spoken my heart is one that will never again be broken.

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