Forgotten Poem by Hannah Hebditch

Nine days ago you told me
Not to worry about people, reality
And here you are, trying to buy me back
I’m not a child’s doll, an idiot would realise that

The thing is, you keep pushing me down into
Puddles of my own tears, draining my heart
Continuously, it hurts
My emotions peel under the sun, they’re drying up too fast

But still, you wait at my door
Slamming on the already broken glass and yelling
For forgiveness, despite the fact you can clearly see
You’ve been forgotten

And yesterday you tried to bring me flowers, I know
How it is, I saw you cutting the heads of roses from
The neighbour’s front yard
Is that how much you care?

You care that much you would
Bring me bloodstained love wrapped
And hidden in hatred