Cailey Martin

A Confession - Poem by Cailey Martin

I said, but did not insist–
You took your own initiative.
From whence this utter undoing?
The most futile of artifacts remain:
Doubts, collecting like rainwater in jars.
A collective failure, at best.
I watched you chip away at yourself,
Rubbing out limbs like stray marks.
You are not a mistake.
I wish I had more love to give–
I would have sold my soul.
But you’ve been out for so long,
I can hardly make you out.
God, I’m afraid of leaving you.

Topic(s) of this poem: beautiful, confessional, death, failure, friend, friendship, life, loss, love, sad

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 13, 2015

Poem Edited: Sunday, September 13, 2015

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