how do I describe this?
this, where I'm sitting in your sweatshirt,
eating ice cream and listening to Brandi Carlile
and writing poetry.
Alone.
not that you'd care
you think I'm risky
you distance yourself from me
you never did like to read the poems the way I loved to
you've moved on now.
if you knew that I was here,
wearing nothing but your clothes
— your sweatshirt, your necklace, your socks (that's all) —
and clutching the bear you gave me,
would you care?
I know you felt this at one point but
I doubt you remember what it's like.
it's been so long and you have someone new now.
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song -- "A Promise to Keep," Brandi Carlile
YOU ARE READING
My View from the Mount
PoetryA really close friend (she's the older sister I never had) once told me that I don't need to be established to consider myself a writer. So here I am. I'm a writer, but I'm not a professional. I'm just a girl with a pen who speaks through a notebook...
