There are times when an anger builds up inside, from the pit of my stomach, a snarling, vicious thing.
Because you promised you would still be there.
Even after you knew of my history, lovers and friends who abandoned, you too left the sandy shores of my island.
As your boat set sail, fading my rage in the shifting sunset I knew you would not return.
In these moments of blind fury I have to remind myself, breath in, that if you wanted to return you would have, breath out.
It does not ease the pain, suffocating wounds, but the reminder calms my mind.
For I should not want them in my life.
For I should not want you in my life.
I have others, beam-bright angels, who cherish me.
They stay.
She, gentle angel of stars and fire.
She, golden cherub of tulips and moonlight.
She, gentle carer of scales and sunlight.
She, summer friend of laughter and clouds.
You did not stay.
They did.
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Her
PoetryHer. She is the first girl that stole your breath and broke your heart. She is the girl at the bookstore humming to herself in the aisles. She is the girl who inked poetry into the margines of her notebooks. She is each girl you fall for, each gi...
