Time To Go: A Poetry Collection

Now and Then

Shoot me straight in the heart.

Go ahead.

Accuse me of the things

I never did or said.

Accuse me of the problems

You made yourself,

Tear me to pieces,

It can be helped.

I've made some dumb poems

About you.

Tell me now, tell me:

Can it be cured?

If you think I haven't gotten over yet,

I'm past that stage.

I won't cry because of some mean things you said,

This time is just coming of age.

I have some memories of our friendship left,

But they're mostly wounds.

You only used to call me

When you were in the right mood.

Were you really worth the pain?

Why'd you stand out?

Just 'cuz you're tall

And so proud?

I wanna tell your friends

What you did to me.

But it's getting harder,

Now we don't even speak.