Every time I had to mention to someone
that you dumped me,
my voice shook as if
it were the very first
earthquake that I had ever felt,
but I live in California,
and we always have earthquakes,
just nothing as strong as this.
It cracked and it shattered me
like it was just a minute after
you had done the deed,
but this happened every time,
whether it was the day after
or whether it was
23 days after
and I have to explain to my
psychiatrist that you were
no longer mine to hold.
My bones would rattle
and play a somber tune
that drained the color from
my face and it became
so much harder to breathe
each time I told someone
you were gone.
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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...
