I knew better, but I wanted to believe. Not in birds dancing, or petals falling, but in rivers rushing and sequoia trees standing strong and tall with roots that would grow deep under our skin.
I knew better, but I wanted to believe that I saw the future in a water bowl once. You were standing above it and the water stayed so clear.
I knew better, but I wanted to believe that I could be real with you, that I could let down the walls this time, that I could be with you.
I'm sorry I couldn't be with you. I'm sorry you saw me, because you saw me and I ran away. I'm sorry I couldn't make myself stay. I'm sorry I didn't see just how far I'd gone away. I'm sorry I didn't listen. I'm sorry it's too late.
I knew better, but I wanted to believe this time the darkness would let me breathe, fall back and let me dance away, limp away, crawl away?
I knew better, because I know myself.
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Rachel McCaulley
I began writing poetry at the age of 12. Since then, I’ve written short stories, plays, news articles, a novel, and even a pilot for a tv show. Nothing feels quite the same as putting just the right words together in just the right way.
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