I wanted to let you go.
but I.

I pick at scabs.
it’s always been.
a failing and.
a saving.
so I.

The words twist.
I know I’ve done wrong.
and do not deserve forgiveness.
I will be alone.
If I must.
but I can’t.
find another.

They say.
It will happen.
but I hear the lie.
this empty part.
of my heart.
is yours.
I can’t.
let things go.
but I will.
respect your space.
even though I feel.
that I can’t.


About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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