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DEAR JOHN

She sits there alone and cold

Cold from the fight they just had

Cold from the words given

Just cold

 

She rethinks the talk they had,

Rethinks all the moments that went bad

All the regret just harbored

She sits there alone

Isolated from the one she wants the most

He’s two hundred miles away, doesn’t even care

Doesn’t even say goodbye doesn’t even apologize

Apologize for all the neglect

 

All the strife

The pain between them

The anguish he gives

The lonely nights he induces

The broken heart he creates

He doesn’t even know

 

She sits there tending to the wound, the deep

Cut visible to no one but hurts her like a disease

Like a disease, it eats her away bit by bit

Clutching to her like a newborn child,

It won’t go away

Won’t let her forget that night

Won’t let her think of anything else but him

 

She sits there thinking

Being productive just isn’t an option

It’s like she’s sick

It’s like she can’t move, knowing he’s angry

But he doesn’t chase her

Doesn’t fight for her like he should

Like he told her that night

The confessions he gave her

The high he gave her

The addiction he’s given her

It’s like he forgot

 

Overwhelmed with himself and the moments he’s in,

He never recalls that night,

Neither does she

He never talks about the kiss,

Neither does she

He never tells her what she needs to hear,

Because he doesn’t know

Can someone be so ignorant?

Can someone really not sense a connection between two people?

 

He leads her on like a horse to water

But leads her to nothing but dry sand

He uses her like a tool,

One day but not the next

Like she’s a convenient item waiting around

For him when necessary

Like she doesn’t deserve better

 

Yet she sits, thinking

Her addiction is too strong

Her heart is weak

And her need is great

She texts him

Looking for a response

Anything to help her move forward

Anything to give her hope with a future with him

Anything to remind her of that night

Anything to remind her of the moments they shared

In denial,

He doesn’t say it

Not one word closer to what she needs

Not one call closer to what she yearns for

So she waits

She plays the friend card,

The loyal, pure-minded friend

Holding back her feelings,

Holding back the lust until he says it

Something, that anything

So she can finally tell him

She knows it won’t be tonight maybe not tomorrow

But she waits

Like a tiger to its prey,

She waits for a drunken night

And drunken texts

She waits for his vulnerability to heal her own

Waits for the confessions to begin

Waits

 

Day by day she withers away

Waiting for a boy

Who knows nothing but joy

Knows nothing of pain

Knows not the love he can gain

With such few words

Because she can love him like no other

Be like no other lover

Be like none before

And still have him coming back for more

So he sits there drinking a beer

Talking to his friends who sit near

Ignorant to the pain he gives her

 

As she sits there quietly

Hurting, yearning

Drinking the pain away

Smoking the hurt into ash

Getting her fix from the thing he quit

And falling faster and deeper into an emotional pit

 

This is why people isolate themselves

They don’t like vulnerability

They don’t like pain

The hurt, regret, stabbing, burning, cutting, pain

They don’t want to cry

To sit there all night on some false hope

False hope of attachment of potential

No

They turn their back

Ignore the person who hurts them

Ignores them like a child giving the cold shoulder

Facing away from him,

With tears in her eyes

She hurts herself by separating from him

By building a wall

Hurts herself by trying to end their relationship,

End everything they are,

But she’s weak

 

Looking over her shoulder to see if he’s still there,

She picks up her phone to write another text.

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Sep 18, 2011
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