He calls me by my name,
The name you never knew.
It rolls off his tongue,
Like a bitter fondue.
I didn't like the way he say it,
He treats it like he owns it.
But he never owned me,
Nor my name.
It was you I used to long for
And hear you say it just the same.
But you never liked the idea
Of knowing it, in the first place.
So I dropped the obsession for the idea
Of writing my name with your last name
On the walls of my pencil case.
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This Is Everything I Didn't Say
PoetryDear whoever you might be, I hope someday you'll find this and know that this is everything I didn't say. Copyright © 2015 by CielloMaxin Highest ranking: #11 in Poetry #7 in poetry - 10/9/16 #5 in poetry - 10/11/16 #4 in poetry - 10/29/16 DISCLAIM...
