If We Ever Talk Again
If we
ever talk again
I’m
going to say that I’m just fine.
I’m going to lie
To avoid
any more excess humiliation
But in
reality I am broken
Because
I was always fragile
I’m
angry because I’m volatile
I’d give
you some crocodile tears
But but we already have the Nile
So I’m
probably going to avoid you
Only
speak when spoken to
I’m not
going to disperse my thoughts in the air
I have
pages instead
And I
don’t tread lightly
But I’m
lucky that you’re not going to find this thread
You
might be a literary mind
But my
poetry is something you’ve never read
Even
though I put it online
And let
it fasten a position in time
Unaware
of where it may be or lead
I’m
going to fluctuate between looking extra good
And
extra mundane
Because
I want to prove I would’ve been a worthy gain
But
avoid driving myself insane
Because
it’s not like impressing you can accomplish anything anymore
For you
have left me naked on the kitchen floor
Out of
place
Out of
face
Out of
the race
For your
heart
I’m icy,
tacit, and embarrassed
Distant
from where I should be
Departed
from being me
Now I’m
the moron who couldn’t see
Who was
blinded by the promises you didn’t make by your lips
Severed
by unspoken words
Who had
faith in the unheard
And
followed the herd of other girls battling for your affection
Hoping
for an erection
On
multiple levels
Praying
that you would stand up and express something
But we
are an unfinished sentence
We
could’ve been brilliant
Or
potent
But now
no one can comprehend what’s happening to the subject
Who it
is
Whether
it’s man or rodent
I might
be sparse with punctuation
But each
of my poems are silenced with a period
And I
can only see commas
Some
grandiloquent speech
But no
miniature dot
Signifying
some completion
And at
this point I’d rather have a deletion than a few words
Lingering
on a page
Because
fragments are a cage
That I
do not wish to be confined within
And I
can’t blame you
You’ve
committed no sin
Except
for giving me unnecessary hope
But boy,
you are like dope
You
bring me so high
That
when you exit my life
Everything
seems unworthy in comparison
My mind
and body cannot repair their definitions of normal
Of
happiness
Of love
Some of my friends declare confrontation is the best field of action
While
the wiser advise that
I
shouldn’t ever speak to you again
But even
though you are her lover
You were
still my friend
And so
if the opportunity arises
(Which
it never will)
I will
hand you this chronicle
Of
poetry
Of words
I was forbidden to say
Hoping
you would understand them
In your
own sacred way
And each
period of each poem
Will
compose a fraction of the period of our sentence
Until
some finality is generated
I don’t
care if the product is voluminous
Or
luminous
Whether
it takes up a few lines or paragraphs
On your
heart
Just
that it ends
So
someone new can start.
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