I’ve been tuning everything else out
and zoning in on what’s right in front of my face


I guess the wheels start turning
right when someone else takes over driving


you’re my Doppelgänger,
my reason to plead temporary insanity
and fill the flask again and again


I can’t seem to clear my throat enough
to make you realize I need to say something


it could just be another fuck you,
another fuck me from behind,
but I doubt those are any consolation for the way you’re fucking
someone else


add a little salt to those open wounds
and lick the sweat off your brow;


I’ve had years to deal with the can of worms,
and this closet of mine is coming clean.



01/30/2009
Posted on 01/30/2009
Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Nanette Bellman on 01/30/09 at 10:48 PM
i love bitch slaps like this...i love 'em.  i also love how this reminds me of me and someone else.  ah.
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/31/09 at 02:32 PM
I think it's going to make a lot of people think of someone from their own life. That's what I like about it. It's very personal, it comes from that kind of place, but it's also written in such a way that a person can put it to their own lives. That's a tough act, but you hit it brilliantly.