Friday, May 10, 2024

right, or wrong.


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

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