POEM - consistently cruel
June 10, 2019 at 11:53 am,
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Charlotte Griffiths - consistently cruel there's not a lot to find when you
stop looking. i think you
wanted me to convince you i
saw only reason to stay
but i didn't
(still nothing but
you in my eyes)
and i have to drive past the
reservoir most neon nights and
i can't
keep being that
girl, the one wrapped into
steel barriers, watching for
death. i still
have to go on somehow.
i wonder if you think of my
cigarette warms in autumn, how they
lit up red cheeks and wide
eyes, how they filled you
with hope
but
i watch you get better
without me and there's nothing
needed from
small boxes, small
package;
you don't call, you
don't check up after
it all goes
south, you
don't need anything
from me
now.
that's how it is.
that's how it always
ends
(i'm always a
sucker for some
consistency).
- Charlotte Griffiths