You have been standing on my doorsteps
dripping wet from the rain begging for me
to let you in for hours and it seems as
the rain washed away the little brain you
had in your head because you don’t seem to
understand you’re not coming in, you’re not
crossing that line again.
I miss you. I love you. I made a mistake.
If you say another cliché I will go insane.
I can finally see the lies, the betrayal.
“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her” was
your approach to whatever the hell we had.
Despite everything, all of this tonight is still
my fault. I wasn’t careful enough. Please move
a few steps back while I get a lighter so I can burn
my welcome mat. Do you get the message now?
wow; powerful words and imagery.
This hits me home!
Thank you!
That was awesome!!
Thank you!
Hmm.. why waste of a good welcome mat when frozen grapes in a slingshot will deliver the same message. Wait.. no.. frozen grapes are delicious.. ok… flameing welcome mat it is.
You need a cape to make you invisible to annoyance. 🤭
Oh, that sounds great!
The ending hits heavy. Wonderful work!
You’re very good – like your style and expression so far
This shows a very important stage of moving on! It’s the moment when you finally know your worth.
There is nothing better than a poem which speaks to lived experiences. Bravo.
There is nothing better than the expression of our lived experiences. Bravo.