Trust me, you don't
need a gun or a knife
to kill what's growing tenderly
inside your chest,
it will die a natural death
slowly and the pain
will sear your flesh,
layer by layer into the
whites of your bones
until the memories
of what could have been,
turn into ashes and embers
that will always remind
you of something
BEAUTIFUL
that never stayed.
12.17.20
©amsterdam
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