The Empty Bed

the_empty_bed_by_serrah
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It was a small fight
just some petty argument

The monster inside me
boiled down
to the point where
I said hurtful things

I walked out of the house
but he didn’t follow me
unlike all the other
fights that we had
where he always stops me
from walking away
because he can’t live without me

I spent the night at a friend’s house
and I decided not to talk to him
for a while
to clear my mind, to think
about why I was in raged again
and how the fight started

But instead, my heart was mended
by the happy
memories that kept on flashing
in my head over and over
I know
I can’t live without him, too

The next morning, I slowly
opened the door
to keep him from waking up
I will surprise him in bed
with kisses and a sorry

But he’s not there anymore
The bed was empty
so was his closet
Β© Pancake Bunnykins

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  1. Full heart and sad. I know that in moments of madness of anger, we use our words like daggers to hurt the one’s that we love, which is why we have to learn to have a larger heart of forgiveness. Such a real poem.

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