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The Breakup
by Olivia Weinkeinpale skin flakes
not enough sun or lotion or
time & i feel amazingly ugly
and contagious and exposed
in superficial light
writing you letters you may never read
& is it raining outside if not
it should be i can not afford to be
as empty as this
and I wrote life is all about choices &
i wrote & i wrote but i didn't say it was
about me, i didn't say it was about
you
these planets have me reeling
perhaps i can get off on good behavior
this time &
this time you're the one waiting, waiting,
waiting & i'll never know, i'll never know
what it was all for, what it meant and why
why
why
it still insists on hurting so bad
06/04/2008 Posted on 06/04/2008
Copyright © 2024 Olivia Weinkein
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Trisha De Gracia on 06/05/08 at 07:22 AM Well done. I feel this piece. It has the kind of begging-the-question, disjointed feeling you would expect from a woman going through this thing. It expresses beautifully. Thanks |
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