you’re gone
and i don’t know if i’m sorry
but here is one for every
moment we shared
i.
the two a.m.’s and the nine o’clocks
the smoke that curled as
you wrote lyrics on my back
my arms my legs
and a fire danced on top of the sheets
ii.
your skin turned gold and your voice
was silver, shining with amber,
cold wind, and hurt
but it was a good kind of hurt
like a burning in my stomach
and the noise sad songs make
iii.
moments shared, are not my favourite
because three’s a crowd
a crowd where i didn’t fit
and now know i wasn’t welcome
i wasn’t welcome in that circle
iv.
the moment i finally realized
that not all of them are meant to be kept
pressed between pages of favourite books
kept safe in cardboard boxes
just like how this one
shouldn’t make this list
v.
and in a minute
i finally realized
that i didn’t fit
in your circle
because i didn’t fit
with you
to start with
vi.
this is our last
our final
this is our
goodbye
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Teen Fiction❝we are all searching for someone whose demons will play well with ours.❞ quiet rituals and even quieter conversations; a collectanea. (© promethean 2013; cover by promethean)