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Jan 2017
She grew angry,
it wasn't for the first time.
She speaks her mind,
her mouth a fountain when she thinks somethings unjust.
Maybe she didn't realize you were busy,
maybe she was stressed,
Regardless of why,
She was angry.
Angry because I told her I text too much,
saying that that's impossible when your in a relationship.
Angry that I was moping after the dance,
and unable to put on a smile.
Angry that you were busy and didn't say bye to me,
Or let me know where you were headed.
I told her it was no big deal,
that you've been stressed,
that you've been busy.
But she seems so worried for me.
Though she really doesn't need to.
I understand what went on,
and I used to such things.
Maybe I was upset too,
maybe I cried,
but that seems to have become a normality that I can't escape.
I'm used to so much worse,
Being ignored,
Being teasing,
hated,
a misfit,
I'm used to them all,
So why can't I get used to not being with you?
To the point of my eyes welling up with tears?
I thought I lost them all,
That they shriveled away when he left me.
And yet,
here I am again.
Balling my eyes out,
but this time,
for no reason to be found.
AnnaMarie Jenema
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AnnaMarie Jenema  F/USA
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