A Thief of Sorts (Someone I Can't Forget)

to the person i can’t forget,

 

the sun sets,

taking my happiness with it.

the same way you left,

taking parts of me with you.

and i realize,

after you left,

that i gave so much of myself away.

and you took all of it;

took the love i poured unto you,

with My shaky hands and My sweaty palms,

and gave it to another girl.

you kept it,

stored it,

branded it as your own–

My love–

and handed it to someone else.

i wonder if you think of me,

as you hand-feed Her

pieces of My heart–

only the choicest cuts,

of course.

as you recite to Her

the poems of My love

word for word;

learned,

practiced,

memorized.

as though i was the study guide

and Her the exam.

do you remember?

you got that from me.

those are My words,

My gestures,

My feelings.

i gave them to you,

hoping you would give them back,

but you gave them

to Her.

 

the sun sets,

taking my happiness with it.

the same way you left,

taking parts of me with you,

wondering how to gift wrap them

for someone else.

 

caustic regards,

sarah

This poem is about: 
Me
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741