Get Over It

I recently got into a fight with a close friend. So here is the only way I can get over it--poetry.

Get Over It

He stared at me

His off-white eyeballs contrasting with his amber skin

And I saw no look of remorse

No quiver of compassion or comprehension in the curve of his mouth

And I realized that he wasn’t going to change

He was going to leave everything the way it was

It didn’t matter if he hurt me

If the helpless feeling pierced the walls of flesh within me

If I feel like I wanted to scream and throw myself onto the floor

In front of everyone in 9^th period research

All that was important to him

Was that he got what he wanted

That his decision was the one that stayed

If he had slapped me

It wouldn’t have infuriated me as much

But he didn’t slap me

He stabbed me in the feelings

In the part of your stomach in a way that makes it churn for hours

In the area of your throat that makes it feel like there is a mouthful of water that won’t descend

In the face that makes it become a capricious creature—shifting from dead white back to humiliated pink

And back

And over

And over again

And at that moment

I wasn’t sure I wanted to be friends anymore

I’ve been here at my computer

Somehow expecting an apology to emerge on the screen

It didn’t that afternoon

The evening

This morning

This day

This night

And I don’t think it will

And I don’t think I’m going to get over this.