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Petty. Vulnerable. Love.
by Jason WardellLet's talk petty.
I spat on your car.
It just kind of happened.
You were there,
you watched me
down half a bottle
of cheap Pinot Noir
because I felt the
undercurrents of your
distance. I knew.
Let's talk vulnerable.
You told me:
"You could just steal
my money. All of it.
Right now. And I
wouldn't even care."
And I laughed.
And you laughed.
And I stole none
of your money.
And you pretended
a number of things.
Let's talk love.
We argued about us
and my overabundance
of feelings for you
a number of times,
and every time, you
came back to me.
Not apologizing,
not begging,
but telling me
about your needs.
This time, you can fuck yourself. 01/06/2012 Author's Note: Normally at this point, there would be laughter, maybe applause.
Posted on 01/06/2012
Copyright © 2024 Jason Wardell
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 01/06/12 at 07:20 PM ... exquisite..... |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/06/12 at 11:14 PM Anything you want to talk about is fine by me, man. It's always brilliant stuff. |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 01/28/12 at 07:33 PM Rancor! LOL I've totally had this moment. But this: "And I stole none
of your money.
And you pretended
a number of things." I loved. |
| Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 03/01/12 at 08:00 AM Lesson learned - take the money? |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 03/13/12 at 08:30 PM Love isn't petty until it's fake. |
| Posted by Jody Pratt on 09/26/12 at 05:33 AM I am going to have to read more of your stuff. Well done indeed. |
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