dear you,
she's not sure why
she even still brings it up
in her own head
because you are long gone by now
but she stopped falling for your tricks
a very long time ago.
she doesn't understand why
you were so demanding
of her time
and attention.
you were the knife against her throat,
and because she was afraid,
she went with you.
you were the only one on the other end
of the electric wire.
and because she felt powerless,
she let herself get electrocuted.
all she knew you for
was a photograph,
a username,
a mutual friend.
but you seemed to be a ghost
in her head,
unseen but persistent.
you hijacked your way
into the skin behind her ears,
and laughed when she heard
but couldn't see
you.
and when she finally had the courage
to shut you down,
you made her question
her own sanity and existence.
because of your
insecurities.
she can never forgive you
for that.
so dear you,
if she ever sees you walking
down the street
with a smile
painted in yellow
and green
and purple,
she will not approach you.
she will simply clasp her friend's hand tighter,
smile sweetly,
and add
a little
blue.
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 9:47 AM UTC
dear you,
she's not sure why
she even still brings it up
in her own head
because you are long gone by now
but she stopped falling for your tricks
a very long time ago.
she doesn't understand why
you were so demanding
of her time
and attention.
you were the knife against her throat,
and because she was afraid,
she went with you.
you were the only one on the other end
of the electric wire.
and because she felt powerless,
she let herself get electrocuted.
all she knew you for
was a photograph,
a username,
a mutual friend.
but you seemed to be a ghost
in her head,
unseen but persistent.
you hijacked your way
into the skin behind her ears,
and laughed when she heard
but couldn't see
you.
and when she finally had the courage
to shut you down,
you made her question
her own sanity and existence.
because of your
insecurities.
she can never forgive you
for that.
so dear you,
if she ever sees you walking
down the street
with a smile
painted in yellow
and green
and purple,
she will not approach you.
she will simply clasp her friend's hand tighter,
smile sweetly,
and add
a little
blue.
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