Defeat
Is not
Acceptable
But for you
My love
It seems the only way.
I can bleed yellow
I can smell purple
But without you here
None of those
Irrifutable sillies
Will mean anything.
I can teach our daughter
Good taste in music
Teach her
Tolerance and love
But there will always be
The gaping
Hateful
Hole you left
Because we didn't matter
Enough
For you to stay.
- Her
YOU ARE READING
I Told Him (Wattys 2014)
PoetryShe told him not to do it but he took his life anyway. Told in free-verse poetry with sparse limerick/rhyming qualities, you don't know their names, but you'll forever remember their story. #Wattys2014
