Every time you walk away
You make it easier to let you leave
You sow a seed of weeds
To grow in our bed
Force images of doubt
To conflict in our heads
A distance to widen between us
Even lying skin to skin
Once was a time of unknowing
Who’s skin I was in
What's worse
you let us lie in your sin
and what hurts
is you don’t trust the care that you’re in
Every time you leave
It’s seems easy for you to walk away
With silence I beg you to stay
Complex in that way
You don’t notice it anyway
Nor the creases
Nor the cracks
How more visible could they be
How many more screams
Until you feel my soul leave
Until you stop her
Until I bleed out
What’s worse is all the doubts
All the thought I wear
That go unnoticed
It’s hard to believe you chose this
What hurts is
I don’t trust the care that I’m in
About the Creator
Jessica King Mhoon
A newly married mother of three intelligent children from Alabama who centers her work in love, life and living a more positive life with mental health issues in order to reach, uplift and relate to those who resonate with her work.
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