Don't thank me
for the tears I cried
over you.
(you may have noticed
how puffy my eyes are)
Don't thank me
for cleaning up your mess
when you broke my heart.
(by the way,
I need that piece back)
Don't thank me
for smiling
when I see you.
(it's only because
I can't help it)
Don't thank me
for moving on
to him.
(he has your eyes
except
They are all mine.)
Thank you.
Nice poem!
ReplyDeleteI like! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, you guys. :)
ReplyDeleteI definitely love your poetry. The parenthesis remind me of the way Tahereh Mafi used strikeouts for inner monologue in her books.
ReplyDeleteOooh, strikeouts are a wondrous idea. Original, I think.
DeleteReally though, I don't know if those sentences are inner monologue or not. In my mind, they were more there to show that she wasn't as confident as she appeared.