The other woman


You left me to bleed and die alone. No sudden death. You left me a sip of wine to moisten my lips. Curled like a crying baby the knife is deep in my heart. With every beat I reminisce us. The way you used to gaze into my eyes and get lost in the moment. I seemed like everything to you. You are everything to me. I wish you hold me til’ my dying breath. I know you have dinner waiting. Don’t be late.

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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