POEM - don't ask me (please)
June 16, 2019 at 12:54 pm,
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Charlotte Griffiths - don't ask me (please)i forget about you most days in big
age of adult. things get easier
like that.
you don't bother me and
a part of you knows i'm
in another world
entirely
now and
i don't think
about missing
you anymore
(that's how it goes
isn't it? that's how
the cookie
crumbles
apparently)
and this world
goes
on
(we all go
on).
i stop drinking and you take
up my drug of choice on weekends
because weekends seemed
appropriate to you
and i am
no longer the same
girl you
knew at
all
(i made sure of
it) and eventually
i cut all my hair off
in the bathroom
mirror because
curls were
never fucking
cheap and you
think about proposing
to your new life.
sometimes
people ask about you
and i tell them
that all the boys i
loved sold
out
somehow,
i'm not too
bothered with
it.
i still drink
sometimes
very rarely
when
there is no one else
to run to and
the cat isn't
looking at me.
sometimes it
sits on my lap and i
doze off but sometimes,
when it's so late i
can barely see the stairs
or the letters i
think about
the boy i
loved then,
back before
i knew what
love was
and i read the
chapbook and
i weep
for what a fickle
game love
is
(sometimes).
- Charlotte Griffiths