I'M Better Off - Poem by Briana Knight
Wearing a blanket in the Summer is too hot.
I can't pretend to smile when I wish to cry.
I can't pretend to live when I wish to die.
I can't pretend to be broken when I know that I am healed.
The butterfly is me and the blanket is what you love.
I wish to breath in the sweltering heat.
It hurts more than I can explain when I did what had to be done.
I love you beyond all rationality and understanding...even more so to me but I know it kills me more to play the role of someone I am not.
That stabbing me with more than one knife.
I love you but you have to get out of my life.
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