just pretend i never existed

catefrances

blow up the outside world
blow up myself
pour it all out onto cold wet stone
warmth and life upon the ground
all that was wanted now dead to the touch
i spent myself at your feet
the grief that’s inside
becomes my reason to weep
i thought i thought. i was so denied
my silence, my absence will show it was you that was wrong

walden freeman

I really like that this piece is short and conveys a solid point. It's written very well and I'm glad I got to read it.