It's Only Been a Year.

Sat, 01/14/2017 - 22:32 -- Narid

Rambunctious, angsty, 

How was I supposed to know-

They all left by the next year and I sat there fuming, loathing and yet-

I tipped a bottle in honor of my pride thinking. "It's fine, everyone does it don't be a-"

And there was a pussy cat, I named Velvet, since it reminded me of my velvet outfit. 

And yet I kept thinking, why did all those I was close with leave at the same time, 

But grandma was off life support and breathing fine, I dumped the guy, and the one who moved still calls me every night, 

So it's not like they all left last year, it seems as if I left this year-

But even arriving at that conclusion, I believe I'm the victim.

January 14, 2017, I finally realized, shivers up my spine, that I'm the perpetrator-

And I finally push away my pride and tip my head back thinking. "That's not fine."

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community

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