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Six Years

I guess I shouldn't be surprised

shouldn't feel jolted,

or be standing here still - with shaking hands

It's been six years;

I knew somewhere deep,

down inside of myself

that this was coming

 

Does she know me?

Does she know anything at all?

I'm sure she doesn't - why would she?

You don't know me either;

never got the chance

you can't know someone - who pretends to be someone else

someone who lives in a world that they made up

inside of their own head

the kind of girl,

who believes her own lies

 

I remember how you left me

Do you?

Challenging my spirit

my experience

my very existence -

because you knew god better

than the girl who lived so close to death

 

Does your new bride know;

how you turned your back,

and left me behind

to clean up the mess you made?

to bury the dead alone

repressed so deep -

that it took years to dig up

 

No,

I'm sure she doesn't know at all.

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liz-devine
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Jul 3, 2017
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