Oh how respected!
How brave your soul is.
How marvelous you’ve been,
To me who’s despair ridden.
You of nobility or so it seems.
Of an esteemed Catholic family,
But alas you’re no queen!
Of procrastination maybe.
You whose ire knows no bounds.
Of your shrapnel-made tongue!
Remember those times, love?
Of how you hated social media!
Your hatred and trust issues,
How valuable they are to you.
Hatred of guidance counselors,
Led to hatred of God himself!
Oh how brave of you to oppose!
How mighty you are in your stand!
I don’t mean to judge, love.
You’re free to believe, or not.
You’ve become a pitiable ghost!
I suppose, maybe it’s just me…
You disappeared, love.
Where have you been?
From admiration and care,
To admonishment and hate!
You who left me in August!
Are striped of that description!
These aren’t anger filled lines.
It’s of disappointment, love.
We’re both cowards, right?
But why leave me alone!
I’ve been there for you in May!
Remember the ninth of eighteenth?
With you eating frozen watermelons,
While it rained ever so gently?
You cried and cried,
Shouting “I’m okay.”
I lied and lied.
Saying “No, you’re not.”
Why’d you become my August ghost?
Did you regret crying that night?
Why’d you leave me all alone?
It’s better if I just died…
Because I was just a friend.
Not even worth your words.
Because you left me hanging.
On the twenty-second of August.
Another poem about her. I’m tired.
