I cried 3 times on Wednesday
isn’t how it usually goes
makes it no less true
Once for me
Once for her
Once for me again
Recounting a story about
17 year old me
Pathetic me. Predicably me.
Funny how 20 years can pass
and still that fucking jab in your belly
is still as vicious and stabbing. Funny how easily I remember
every word
that I would eat whole… or bury in concrete
if I could.
Another story,
probably too personal to share
but share I did, because I have to let it out sometimes
a story about a butterfly
and a little purple blanket and a little flower
a baffled friend
who didn’t know how to stop me from sobbing
in the middle of the cafeteria at work
I always think that I won’t cry when I tell that story
and I always do. I always will.
And again, for me
because, why not?
It’s almost midnight and my thoughts are raw
and my skin vibrates and pulls
a day full of stories
and a night thick with fear
that I’m kidding myself
again.
how did i miss this?
i have goosebumps but i needed to add: i know a thing or two about feeling like your kidding yourself. generally, most times i am not and i’m betting neither are you. crying is a decent thing worth doing.
this? was lovely.
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Pingback by deeples » Blog Archive » Apples & Invisible Posts & Rob & Teeth — September 18, 2008 @ 6:54 am
I’m sorry you had such an awful day… at work, no less.
I’ve found that as I’ve gotten old(er) I don’t cry nearly as much as I used to, hardly ever, but when I do… holy shit!
Anyway, I think everyone has their stories they don’t share, or only share with a select few, that make us cry every single time. I do.
I hope you feel better after getting it out. 🙂
Comment by Krista — September 18, 2008 @ 10:45 am