Assume the Repercussions
If you could start doing
What I do
When we bump into each other
That would be great.
I am tired
Of seeing your car
Parked a few doors down
And remembering
All the time we spent
On your front porch
Hoping to god
Your stepfather didn’t
Come out drunk
And beat your ass
For kissing me
In public.
I am sick
Of your arrogant face
And the half-smirk
That curls in your lips,
Hiding the secrets
Of what you did to me,
When you see me
In my own front yard.
I am done
With letting you
Make me feel scared
Or unloved
Or unworthy
Or unhappy.
If you could start doing
What I do
When we bump into each other
That would be great.
Pretend I don’t exist.
Stop trying to talk
To a person who
Isn’t there anymore.