Click, click did my heels
against those stairs but your
ears were unable to hear me
2 o’clock in the morning,
must be boring following me
in your car, begging me to get
in when you could be holding
her legs like a necklace. Hope it
suffocates you next time.
I don’t know what’s colder,
this night or your betrayal.
I don’t know what’s harder,
crying in front of you or
seeing her in my spot.
I had to get away, I couldn’t listen
to you beg. I started running through
the tunnel, in the middle on the white
line. The drivers had more compassion
for my misery than you did. At the end
of the tunnel I didn’t see the light, it
was still night but I found beauty in
Click, click sounded my heels against
the street. My legs weren’t hurting
nearly as much as my heart so I was
sure I won’t be getting into that
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10 thoughts on “Poem #50”
This is so good, you have a real way with words.
Thank you 😊
You write easy and speakable poetry that is meant to be shared. A lot of it, I can relate to in one form or another.
So happy to be following your blog! I look forward to reading more. 🙂
I agree with fox’s comment: you have a talent.
Thank you so much 😁
Be healed, sistar, be healed.
I already am 😊
I love this one so much ❤❤
Thank you, I am very glad you liked it 😁
Thank you 😁