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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

01/11/2003

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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