The sad thing is he thinks he’s honoring her by this speech. But saying her life didn’t start until she became his wife and baby mama is such a slap in the face. You, man, are not the center of the universe. And you never will be.
say it once again with feeling
how the death rattle breathing
silenced as the soul was leaving
the deflation of our dreaming
leaving me bereft and reeling
The Tortured Poets Department. An anthology of new works that reflect events, opinions and sentiments from a fleeting and fatalistic moment in time - one that was both sensational and sorrowful in equal measure. This period of the author’s life is now over, the chapter closed and boarded up. There is nothing to avenge, no scores to settle once wounds have healed. And upon further reflection, a good number of them turned out to be self-inflicted. This writer is of the firm belief that our tears become holy in the form of ink on a page. Once we have spoken our saddest story, we can be free of it.
And then all that’s left behind is the tortured poetry.
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