Petty. Vulnerable. Love.

by Jason Wardell

Let'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.


Author's Note:

Normally at this point, there would be laughter, maybe applause.

Posted on 01/06/2012
Copyright © 2022 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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