“drop”
she said to just drop everything
she said she feels bad
she said she’s sorry again
i said we’ll talk tomorrow
but when she dropped everything
i couldn’t let go of the hurt.
i can’t pull her arrows from my back.
they linger like the loser hook of a pop piece.
branded on me for at least
until i can concentrate
on something
more
important.
Well, that wasn’t great, but for my first self-inspired poem ever, it wasn’t bad either. I’m a newbie, people, just copping everyone else’s tricks. #