When it was over, I locked my keys in my car
So she'd have to keep giving me rides to work
When she didn't love me I turned drinks for two into coffee for one
Because it was more bitter than alcohol
I turned my life into a pathetic fallacy
If she ignored me I made sure I was alone
When I was filled with hate
I sipped my bitter coffee
My life was a mess and I kept it that way
My mother always told me to never blame the losing party
Instead of rubbing salt in my wounds, rub honey
But every time I saw her with another woman I wanted to board the nearest train
And go far away from her eye as I could
When it was over I choked on my own pride
She knocked me off my high horse
And left me in the mud
If she called me I wouldn't pick up
I don't need her pity
I can pity myself
In the end I resorted to watching my window
Hoping it would light up with her headlights
Every time she makes me feel lonely
I'm sure it's because I deserve to be alone
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gas station flowers
Poesíacoming of age poetry by a queer young adult writer. navigating relationships and the coming out process. peak inside the mind of a young woman with a mental illness.
