stages of grief || denial

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[ a multi-chapter poetry challenge by a friend / can also be stand alone ]

it's eating me alive
my fingernails are clogged with dirt
i've been scratching my arms up and down
up and down
i just need to remember
that this isn't a dream

"sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words will never hurt me"

but why did yours do the job?
the words you said, the words that left your mouth
with not an ounce of regret

was it easy for you?
maybe it wasn't, maybe you were hurting
like me, like me,
but did your eyes meet mine,
full of sorrow and questions?
did your hands reach out to me,
to try to grasp the last of my heartstrings?
did your heart throb painfully,
that you nearly yelled at me to give it back?
did you cover your ears when you were alone,
to stop the ringing in your ears,
the sound of the tendons breaking?

did it?
tell me, did it?
did you feel the same way as i did?
when you kissed me goodbye?
did you feel the bitterness,
the saltiness of the tears?

i'm trying to believe the promises
from the past
that you'll be back,
with regret and disappointment for yourself,
for letting me go,
after promising a lifetime of forever

you will be back, won't you?
i'll wait for you, i promise
but then again,
when has promises between us been accomplished?

you still love me.
i wish.


[ edited: 11/28/2020 ]

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