When my Nana died back in 2015
my family and I looked
for a casket to put her
to rest in.
While we looked I
had already picked mine out:
a pink frame,
with light pink satin on
the inside,
and a pretty pink pillow
for me to lay my tired head
upon.
Sometimes I wish that
I could've crawled into
my casket and set up camp
there so that
I would never have
to leave
and so that when you
finally drew out my last breath,
I'd be in place already
to have my body fall.
But I fell face first into the concrete
and I scraped my elbows and knees
and people keep asking me
where these scars came from
and I keep trying to hide them
under layers of clothing
that once belonged to you,
and I know I shouldn't cry
in front of anyone,
but the wounds hurt too much
and my lips are bruised from
biting down too hard
to keep the words I left
unsaid in my throat
until they slice my neck
and open me up.
I wish I never fell for you
but I guess I can't blame you,
because nobody ever expects
to fall down face first,
unless you're me
and know that you're
too much of a klutz
and too much of a romantic
to not fall for you
every time our eyes meet
from an empty room
that you shoved me in
that lead to the empty
chambers of my heart.
I should have crawled
into that casket
and nailed it shut
with the promises
you couldn't keep.
I'd have a viewing
where nobody can see me
and I don't have to see
you when the tears
come streaming down
those cheeks I used to kiss
so many times before
and you tell me
how much you regret
ever leaving me.
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I Was She
Puisi[Complete] A series of poems and short stories tell the sad tale of a breakup, of rejection, and of finding new love. From losing her soulmate to learning to see the world from a different perspective, M.A. Rivers writes down every last feeling that...
