Tragedy

Tragedy

It all made sense

In the end you wanted to fly and I wanted to breathe,

You drank alcohol while I needed to take medicine,

We had different lives and I was afraid,

What if we do something wrong and we did,

Yet you remained silent while I took the blame.

This isn’t romantic and this isn’t comedy.

My poems are written only when there is tragedy.

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