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he's throwing pebbles

Posted to Action Poetry




and making contact.
he's whispering my name
and calling me baby.
it's time we say goodbye.
time you shrink into the shadows
and let me have
what you always promised
i needed.
i could have
and i would have
and i wanted to
doesn' t matter anymore.
all that i see now
is him climbing in my window,
his fingers on my shirt buttons,
his breath on my neck
and the way he says
my name.
that's all i see,
his eyes and how they see me.
and you might say i don't deserve it,
don't deserve him,
don't deserve his feelings
but fuck,
i didn't deserve your neglect
and now i don't deserve your sorrys.
so be happy for me
and shut the damn
door.