I heard once, that if it was so easy for a person to leave on impulse then it's best if they do not come back.
Yesterday, I wondered if you'd ever come back. But you sat around people I don't talk to. And laughed with them. I saw you millions of years away from me I realized
It was 100,000,000 years too early to forgive you
Someone like you, a person who heart is the size of a pebble, does not get to be forgiven. Especially with the mountain sized sin you've committed against me.
Once in a while, I'll feel that the place in my heart where you use to dwell is longing for you
In which case I'll allow my heart to gaze at you for a short time but then anger when it sees you with no guilty expression.
How dare you try to ignore the thing you killed. Laying right in front of you, you step over the roadkill to get to your new friends.
I don't weep and I don't wish you misfortune but I hope that you at least apologize to the mirror for betraying yourself.
And if you ever find yourself wanting to speak to me, refrain from doing so.
However much fun we had before, it was wiped clean with your confession and with the way you are acting this day... let's just say our goodbyes now.
Well then, bye... Jesus.
It's been fun.
YOU ARE READING
Not Quite, Midnight | poems
Poetry~she sets out to write for herself but casts a line from her ship of lunatics in case there was someone adrift trying to read along.
