Ask me how it feels, ]— Memory by Lucille Clifton
knowing all the things I came to rant to you about,
are now bugging you.
Ask me how it feels,
that the interest and attention you failed to show me,
now can't find you.
Ask me how it feels,
suspecting that the secrets and stories I confided with you in,
are now in the memories of my strangers—your friends.
I ask you how it feels
knowing that what goes around comes around.
I ask you how it feels
now longer having your conditional friend.
I ask you how it fe—
I can no longer be bothered to ask you how it feels.
I can no longer be bothered to have my peace be disturbed
with the negativity, suspicion, and hurt
that comes with your presence.
I ask myself how it feels
to know that I got me,
and that's all I'll ever have to need.
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meraki
Poetry☁️ | wander through my thoughts. all my experiences, realizations, decisions, vibes...attempted to be placed into rhythmic tone as a summary of my life. I hope for this to become a place of comfort for anyone who needs it. Poetry is a beautiful way...
