Never 


Would it have been better to never know you?

To never hear you say …. Mine?

To never bear these tears and rips?

To never wake from those dreams with fists clenching the after shreds?

To never feel your absence to the very marrow?

To never know if my foolish fall would leave me broken always?

To never wear the stitches that would become your scar?

To never have learned, that my worth, should never have been yours to value?

To never carry this lonely lesson within my ribs?

 

These are the questions you left me… the story left in between.

 

Aww, but that story… her other story… the kinder one… was never meant to be the one to bleed.

 

Chelsey Whitlow

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