#13
after years of it, i have just realized that
you are no longer hiding in my poems.
when you left me i thought that you
didn't mean it (although maybe you didn't because
you had scattered your mind thin as pixie dust along
counter surfaces and sheet tops over time, over time) you
tore your mind apart and tore my eyelids wide
wide
open to what society made you become, a
skinny girl who takes friends for granted, you
became a pixie-dust girl and that's what you lived on, you
left me and i
was reminded yet again how i am the
cast-away-who-keeps-caring-despite-it-all and
the-one-too-naive-to-quit.
when you left me
i wrote about you, for years,
i wrote about you
because it hurt.
but i'm here now and you're
somewhere, you are still living somewhere of course, but
you will forever be a pixie-dust girl who
spun on your heel with my laughter still on your cheeks, you
will forever be the thin-lipped smiles and never-returned-calls, you
will forever be a barely-teen poking at her ribs, then mine, telling me
"let's cut ourselves up, shall we?"
you are no longer hiding in my poems, because
pixie-dust runs thin,
eventually.
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