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Erase Her


I pick up a stone and throw at the mirror,
Breaking it along with my clone,
As I fall to the ground, watching her,
All the happy me fading with her.

I close the door along with the happy me,
And became a new me who is bloody.
She was weak, and I'm not,
To prove it, I would have fought.

I know she wouldn't have lasted long,
With the bag full of responsibilities and sorrow I got,
Because it's me who is strong.
She was kind, happy, and sweet, which I am not.

She would just be a memory from now on,
I'd be the reality everyone will face.
No one would know where she had gone.
I'll make sure to erase her trace.

#poem #overthinking
© Faariha💜

( I'm Outta ideas for now so... comment few random words or two lines and I would try writing a poem on it ...✨😄)