Poem: Not so love poetry part two
That year, the one I knew,
let’s call her “Jane” wanted more than
to be friends.
Others came to me whispering concerns
over hundred dollar Christmas gifts
for a good friend,
I brushed it off like I was okay
knowing they knew me better
crying in shame, wanting to scream at her
Get out and stay out
She didn’t, I fed the hand,
and it bit me,
I wouldn’t notice until too late.
She protected his infidelities, her secrets,
no one else fess’d up that dark Holiday.
I knew when we almost were fighting
In West Edmonton Mall
over a god damn ice cream maker
telling me it would be
My hands quickly shoved into my pockets
I couldn’t take the gnawing any longer.
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