and my entire family is out there
but i locked myself in my room
i sat on the edge of the bed
took off the high heels you hate
and twirled that bracelet
around and around
on my wrist.
i can't comprehend
that it's been a year.
i woke up this morning
and did not find the wire
upon my wrist.
i frantically tore through the bedsheets
and spotted it among the blanket
where your touch is embedded infinitely.
i tie back the thin hair
you tangle your hands in.
brush makeup,
across the face you used to touch.
i smear red,
across the lips you never kissed,
and look into the mirror
into cold, blue eyes
that used to be warm
before you gazed into them
and said "i love you."
i look at me,
and wonder,
who is she?
i think of you,
and wonder,
who is he?
i think of us,
and wonder,
what are we?
YOU ARE READING
ampersand
Poetrya collection of trash poetry from a girl who tries to treat people with kindness although many have been unkind to her
