She sat on a bench in the park when I passed her and I said
Who are you waiting for and she said
He’ll come
He’ll come and I left and I came back and she was still there
He’ll come
He’ll come with a smile on her face and she rotted there
He’ll come
He’ll come
You wrote a poem about me
It wasn’t very good
You said I made you a tortured poet
Then laughed
And it’s all a blur-
Isn’t it
This is a reflection a boy who bullied me when I was younger. Now, I think I might understand what he was going through.
He scarred me.
Deep.
into my bones.
It feels like
Grief.
Her name was Maria
My mom's friend Maria
La mariposa she says
Soy la mariposa
Because she spread her wings
To the land of kings
Comments
Log in or register to post comments.