you asked for it

there it was
in black and white
with the curves and valleys
of another's pen
the desolate wasteland
of us
I could no longer
say to myself
it wasn't as bad
as it was
it was just my memory
playing those silly
little games
with me
Their tears
for my pain
-a reaffirmation
of my own strength
Wouldn't you be
surprised to know
that even after
all of this
all I have to say is"thank you"

1 comment:

Bad Catholic said...

Men are pigs. You're better off without one.