I never realized that you never needed my help until you were taking lengthy strides and sprinting to the other side of the block, running after me because I'm freaking out and I'm ready to jump into the street. I never noticed how you didn't need me holding your hand in order to walk until I was the one who needed the holding and my lower legs turned into concrete, melding with the ground and dragging the rest of my body down into the pavement.
You're too busy putting cautionary tape and orange cones around me, warning people not to get too close because I can't care for myself and I'm a danger to the road. I never took the time to notice how many times you've tried to save me because I was so focused on my life to realize that I was ruining yours. Now your knees are aching and you have to wear knee braces just to make yourself feel a little better and to make the pain go away for a little while.
I'm watching you run off into the distance and I still can't feel my legs because I've amputated them off to try and catch up to you. I'm using the arms I've been trying to work out and my palms are getting all scratched up, but by the time I can get the tape off of me you've already met up with your friends and you're having a drink, trying to forget your past mistakes: me.
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I Was She
Poetry[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...
