Poem: hope she burns you

By: Linda M. Crate

Golden autumn

you took my love for granted
left me cold and bare
without the golden autumn
laughter, my breaths
were shattered
as my heart;
everything felt like a zombie dream
forgot what my brain was
used for
almost lost my mind in this fog
over you—
yet a beautiful mind
is a terrible
thing to waste, and i‘ve got
so many stories to tell
glad i was knocked back to reality
even if the fall back
to gravity
was anything but graceful and
painful to endure;
as badly as you’d wounded me
i had still wanted you,
but i don’t feel the same way
i hope she burns you like you
did me
so you can see your
dreams smoldering
be as helpless as i was to stop them.

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