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Feb 2018
Pinot is my favorite.
Three glasses later
we talk about our aspirations
and the future.

One more glass
turns into a 180 spin
how have I not become good enough?
I tell you things I want to learn
but you say I should have learned them already.

Another glass in.
you tell me how great I am
but the things I do daily
make me not good enough for you
how does that make sense?

I understand you're older
but there's a thing called balance,
which you refuse to acknowledge.

I curl up with an Ikea pillow
in the guest bedroom,
the closest thing I have for comfort.

I guess I know now
not to ask
why you didn't get me
flowers
on Valentine's Day.
Kristen
Written by
Kristen  21/F/New York
(21/F/New York)   
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     TSPoetry and Ally Gottesman
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