- Vol. 05
- Chapter 01
Image by Alicia Bock/Stocksy
There Is Forever
Headache, A Curse, An Asshole That was you.
A Nitpicker, My Madame, The Law That was you.
You, both, gave me name Yes, inked in papers.
You, both, thought I was your daughter All my life, I wish I am someone else.
You, both, were unorthodox My life, was, never mine.
No grain has satisfied my hunger Not even a single drop of water has filled my thirst.
In my closet, a collection of gold medals But Love, a word, I could not define.
Death, was, is, my only prayer My last straw, I thought.
Your stuff, his and hers, these Must go away.
Sadly, even if I made a fortune Your name, was, is, not for sale.