my stomach growls. it
feels empty without you here.
it feels thick. it feels lonely, of course,
but it feels incomplete.
i can believe in the future, i can easily
see it. i can apply a period
after everything i say, all the words, all
the beliefs, all the things i lied about in the past
that i realize now. i realized then, i just
lied to myself even more.
and i can begin it with a preposition,
fight to never end it,
but it really never amounts to
more than it's worth. that's the brunt of it.
that's the reason everything needs a period,
the reason i use so many commas, so many prepositions,
so many things said that never needed to be said.

and when my stomach growls,
i turn around and drink more espresso
to make it stop.

02/11/2012

Author's Note:

(the jumble is where the truth lies)

Posted on 02/11/2012
Copyright © 2025 Ava Blu

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jody Pratt on 02/11/12 at 11:15 PM
"the brunt of it"

That line amongst the others really stands out. It makes me feel everything I've ever written could be summarized to a simple point. A little depressing Ava!