I planned to leave permanently,

For you to never see me again.

I wanted to be buried in the ground,

Never to make a sound.

To have my veins grow into,

The ground planting their roots,

To be sublime flowers,

In another lifetime.

I wanted you to pass my grave,

As if it were nothing, as if I,

Was nothing more than a skeleton.

But that did not happen.

It broke my heart, but you knew,

I was safe.

Although there was nothing,

You could do.

I attempted to make that obvious,

That you would be fine,

And that time,

Would heal the wounds that I opened.

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