He did say he wanted to marry me. I didn't imagine that. It wasn't a secret.
I wore a ring.
But it left a dark mark on the base of my finger.
A silver allergy. An allergy to his touch.
He was gone so quickly. And then he wasn't alone anymore.
He dug her up from the underbrush and dusted her off.
An ex for the ex.
So generous of him to think of my feelings that way.
To leave me alone and let my heart fend for itself.
To show up with her marks all over him,
begging me to speak with him.
Oh, I must be such an idiot. I cannot look past what you've done.

06/02/2017

Posted on 06/06/2017
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