Afterthought
jessica k. shannon
forgotten; given half-hearted
acknowledgement:
this is what i've come to
when i wished for nothing less
than his heart beat.
condemn. make fun
if you must --
I deserve the ridicule for such imaginings.
this heart will not forget;
these eyes forbid erase
the moments which have
made my affection go to waste.
it grieves me to admit that in
want of his heart, I became his
afterthought...
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