Only I

You tell me you’ve made your decision

that I’ve reaped what I’ve sowed, but only

I know of the nights you begged me to stay-

just like that night I showed up on your

driveway. Head swimming. Voice quivering.

You tell me I don’t belong there

that I’ve reaped what I’ve sowed, but only

I know of the nights you held me tighter-

just like that night I threw words at you like

a fighter throws punches at their opponents.

Knuckles bleeding. Face seething.

You don’t say a word-what I’ve sowed for all

that I have reaped, but only

I know.

 

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Author: Brittney

A girl who lives in books, loves in songs, wallows in self-doubt, demands equality, and consumes copious amounts of coffee, while fighting the patriarchy.

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