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It Was a Tuesday Night
by Meghan HelmichWhen you said I would die alone
with a needle in my arm
I cried, but
not because it was true
or that it hurt to hear you say it.
I felt the flush under those words
as I realized I'd learned this years ago
when you helped me
cinch the belt
and I knocked over that pepsi bottle
and it spilled into your spoon
and you almost hit me
out of reflex. 10/18/2011 Author's Note: I was in love.
Posted on 10/18/2011
Copyright © 2024 Meghan Helmich
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Sal Haefling on 10/18/11 at 10:07 PM wow, how explicit. this one is really an angry one. |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 10/18/11 at 10:50 PM I don't see anger as much as I see sadness. Aside from the needle, I've lived this. I was in love with him then. It was the wrong time for the wrong people with he and I. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 10/19/11 at 08:46 PM I see some anger and some sadness, but I find they often go hand in hand; you've done a beautiful job of expressing your emotions here. |
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