I am
The love letter you tore to shreds
And burnt to ashes
You used to carry me around in your pocket
Until my ink started to fade
And my edges began to tear
I must admit
when you threw my shredded pieces in the fire place
Instead of screaming out in pain
I yelled out all the words written within me
As if it'd change your mind
But even if it would have
The damage has been done
And I'll forever be
nothing to you
About the Creator
Bixi Hernandez
Hi! I'm Bixi. Your red lip coffee sipping bestie. Using my tears as pen ink is what I do best. Enjoy!
@bixi.hernandez on IG, Tiktok, and Lemon8.
Keep reading
More stories from Bixi Hernandez and writers in Poets and other communities.
Where's the Glory?
In breaking news, rehabilitated Republican Senator Johnnie Johnson (Pronouns: HE, HIM, HIS) called a press conference from the Men’s room of the New Orleans Louis Armstrong International Airport, Concourse B, across from the Ignatius Reilly’s Lucky Dog stand. The Senator had just returned from a sexual reorientation rehabilitation program in Memphis, TN after being publically disgraced at a Buckee’s Truckstop restroom soliciting sex from an undercover cop three months ago. He is a founding member of the Reformed Christians for Christ, a conservative, pro-family and ex-gay advocacy group. In the spirit of being reborn, Senator Johnson invited reporters to marvel at his plans for a major remodeling of airport bathrooms.
By Cathy Schieffelin6 days ago in Humor
Comments (1)
This was so heartbreaking and emotional. Loved your poem!