Creative Writing

devoid of you

By Charlotte Steiger

fear conceived from the touch of your fingertips,

digressing back to the first five minutes.

where i’m one choice away from fortitude

with time being my utmost restraint

and one choice away from agitation

where distress becomes the motivator

to tell you to fuck off

to kill yourself

begging you to end it all

looking down to the floor


weeds stem from the same roots

as the ones you once held

when they grew to become flowers over thorns.

the pain of you still trickles

like the paint on the walls

ripping like the seam

laced with a rhyme of melancholy

tending to unrequited love.

irony met with interrogation

your voice presented like the face of ignorance

or maybe arrogance is the word i’ve been searching for

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