I'm the Bitch

One day..

I'll be lonely enough.

All my insecurities

Will rush.

The summer heat

Will eat my sleep.

And my thoughts

Will screech helplessly.

Maybe then 

I'll remember you.

To be saved,

Probably, I'll call you.

But then, I realize

You'd be far away.

The way I'd pushed,

You're long gone. 

I'll try to swallow,

Everything again.

Karma isn't a bitch,

But you know who is.

I know who is.

Killed Poetry. Poet died.

Last night. 

Maybe be before that. 

My poetry died. 

Or did I kill her? 

I don't know. 

I don't care much now.

She choked on me 

Or I gagged her. 

What can I say?

I couldn't stand her. 

She couldn't stand me. 

Asphyxiation I guess.

Thoughts in head 

Found no words. 

Emotions didn't flow 

Blood turned thick. 

Skin, too smothering

And lapse of purpose.

A good kind of 

Claustrophobia? 

Possible. Yeah.

Died or killed? 

Doesn't matter. 

She's just not there.

Turned to dust,

Ashes or memories?

Who knows.

Then the poet?

You may ask.

I guess..just.. 

Flesh and bones.

He shouldn't matter.