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Bag Lady.

I drive by your old house.

I’m looking in every window.

I’m still trying to find myself, didn’t you know?

You’re moved on,

and you’re married.

I don’t love you anymore,

but it’s the feeling of being abandoned,

that I’ve still carried.

You’re hiking trails state-to-state now,

with only one backpack in tow.

I’m now a bag lady, didn’t you know?

I’m still carrying everything that you left behind.

You’re no longer on my mind,

but I still drive by your old house.

I’m looking in every window.

I’m still trying to find myself, didn’t you know?

–S.

Stripped Identity.

You take my virginity on a mattress, with no bedframe.

You tell me who I am as if I have no name.

You hit things around me, filling me with shame.

I don’t know how to win any of your mind games.

When you’re done with me, you leave faster than you came.

–S.

Location: Heaven on Earth

  1. going to a bookstore when it’s raining
  2. swimming in the rain
  3. a gulp of ice-cold water after physical activity
  4. my mother’s laughter
  5. snow falling
  6. my dog placing her paw on me to get my attention
  7. a song that transports me back to a specific moment or time in my life
  8. a smell that transports me back to a specific moment or time in my life
  9. the sweet spot between buzzed and tipsy when everything is warm, fuzzy, and alright
  10. inside jokes
  11. speaking solely through eye contact
  12. the moments between awake and asleep when awareness hasn’t entered the chat yet
  13. a crush
  14. the horizon on the ocean
  15. a shower after being out in the sun and in the water
  16. singing with the audience at a concert
  17. the feeling of seeing one of your favorite artists perform live for the first time
  18. watching a child experience something for the first time
  19. funnel cake at an event
  20. nutella

–S.

Do you regret it?

What’s it like to leave me behind?

If you knew then what you know now,

would you leave a second time?

What’s it like to leave me behind?

For me, it felt like it stopped time.

What’s it like to leave me behind?

I stayed yours, but you were no longer mine.

What’s it like to leave me behind?

…

Why do I do this to myself?

Nevermind.

–S.

Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.

You’re too much.

You must like to be sad at lunch.

Just get over it.

You should have more grit.

You make everything about you.

The things you’re saying aren’t true.

…

Maybe I am too sensitive.

Maybe so many things shouldn’t hurt me.

I was trying to show you something,

but you refused to see.

…

I guess, you’re right, I’m what’s wrong with me.

–S.