It’s ten p.m.
and there’s a friend request
from my ex gathering dust on facebook
and 3-week-old emails from Lisa.
The emails say she loves me
and reading them leaves a bitter taste
as if her words were coffee, no sugar.
The request has been sent twice now
and both times I’ve ignored it
pretending I don’t want that toxicity in my life.
But really, I don’t want to fall
I don’t want to tumble off these cliffs again
because there’s no water at the bottom now.
Just pointed rocks and sharp words.
YOU ARE READING
silence
Poetryjust a lost teenage girl writing somewhat crappy poetry to try and counteract the demons in her head. // all works are mine unless specified // © wanderingcricket 2014
