August 11, 2021
When I'm not supposed to, after all had been said and done, I find myself shamefully wondering. A spacious opportunity sits in my head, and the need to occupy it bubbles over. If it weren't for the endless downtime I give myself, I'd never have to think of you. But I just can't bring myself to do anything else. So then I wonder-do you remember our last day together? I believe it was the day after Christmas, because you refused to see me the day of. That was the day you hit me across the left side of my face, but left no proof of it ever happening. Interestingly enough, that wasn't the reason it was our last day together. Because I still loved you even after you hurt me. It was out of love, right? And I still loved you after I found out you didn't love me back. If I could go walk backwards in time and stop myself from meeting you, I can't say I would. You were a necessary pain. You were a door I needed to open so I could learn when to shut it. You were a thief and a killer, and I was an easy girl. I can't imagine anyone else other than you knocking me to the floor and showing me the true grief mankind had to offer a maiden heart.
R.K.
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Holeheart
PoetryI am the forgiver. I am the destroyer. I'm not at fault, but I deserve to be. Poetry and Prose Volume V 2021 DISCONTINUED
