
If there were lines to read between I missed them, I was denied
It’s easy to miss those lines when they were never defined
I missed the cue that maybe you were giving- I guess the shock is the reason why
Though what makes it more confusing, is in the aftermath
While at work, play or in the bubble bath
The record was never set straight
Are we able to do the time warp again?
Just so that the ending doesn’t haunt you forever like it haunts me
Because I have been so worried that you are doing okay, you see
To me, it’s more important than anything else said
I know that it’s all dead
I know you may feel that there is no point, so why bother?
But what if you get to the age of 85 and you look back and ponder
And wonder what became of that girl with the quirky sense of humour
Who sent you her shopping list, and triple texted like a tumour
Every day she’s been wondering- are you okay?
Is this my karmic punishment to pay?
Where did I go wrong?
Did I sing the wrong song?
Am I too much?
Or not enough as such?
Honestly, at this point I would be happy with a thumbs up or a link to a reddit
Not necessary to use the eggplant emoji- I get it
But feeling like you resent or hate me
Despise or cant stand me
Keeps the black dog around
Like a dark cloud
About the Creator
Susannah Peareth-Kinston
I am a mother of two boys, a librarian and a poet.
I hope to make some poetry connections here and maybe even have it as a side hustle. I do it for the cathartic release I get from writing it.
I write about love, friendship and ADHD.



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