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For the Record

by Anne Di Baguette

(lFor the record, what record or whose doesn’t matter

that elusive running tab of accusation and retribution

documented with appropriate footnotes

categorized for small minds like mine,

filed with other miscellaneous ends

to be stirred through occasionally,

discarding memories of lesser value


For the record they were never

randomly tossed or loosely tied;

they were not assembly-line sentiments

They were conceived unbidden,

denied, fought and rationalized against.

Perhaps the lesson was in

my own stubborn self-righteousness,

my idealistic that-could-never-happen-to-me blind sightedness


But the meaning behind the words were real.

And that’s about it, for the record. Except,

fuck you, for indulging yourself in every

escalating tirade of words and emotion and manipulation

but allowing me nothing, for turning your back, for walking out,

for pretending we never happened, for not giving a damn

For the motherfucking record, fuck you for breaking my heart


Posted on 11/30/2017
Copyright © 2022 Anne Di Baguette

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 12/01/17 at 09:01 PM

Ouch, hope I wasn't him.. if so can I have a 2nd chance??

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