I won’t come bearing flowers

Georgia Park/Private Bad Thoughts

An anonymous collective of poetry

You can call me a drug addict

a prostitute, a lunatic

mentally ill, unstable,

suffering from hysterics

spoiled, self indulgent

worthless, bad from the start

made with bad blood

Maybe I was

as a baby in Massachusetts

but now, I’m grown up

and I am leaving it

whatever you say,

I won’t be here to hear it

and someday,

you will change your mind

when you are old and dying

reflecting on your life

and you’ll invite me

to come to your bedside

and you’ll choose to forget

that you were never

at mine.

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Author: Sudden Denouement

A Global Literary Collective

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