how many times
have I been left
holding the bag
holding the empty.
fucking.
bag.
how many
times have I been right
how many times
did I trudge through
the motions, our emotions
because I did not trust
an inner voice
telling me to leave
how much of the
purest love and
coveted hours
have been wasted
since you
told me that
closed mouthes
don’t get fed
how many lies
have you told
yourself while we
peered deep
inside each
other’s minds
how many times
did our eyes lock
on the right
timeline
how many times
have you martyred
yourself to an
imaginary construct
instead of doing right
by me.
how many times
will you miss
me while turning left
instead of right.
© 5.10.24 heather brager
