Apr 09

your view

you tell me the view is beautiful
you never want to leave
you tell me that I would love it

my shoulders still have bruises
you used my body as a ladder
climbing farther and father
I couldn’t see you anymore

you call periodically
telling me that I’m missing out
that I should climb up
but I will not use another
I will not use a body to climb up

I will not give someone the bruises I had
I will not make someone grieve love