city girl


i feel like i don’t know you anymore. 

i barely recognize your face at this point 

all your city friends hate me 

playful kisses in the comments 

much more sinister then they seem

who are you this week?

a city chick with lowered inhibition

and a boy on your arm 

thickening accent and a beer in your grasp 

you’re much too steady for the girl i knew 

much to confident to be the old you 

not quite afraid enough 

not quite kind enough anymore 

people who i hate 

i’m told are just like you

i guess i was getting used 

to being needed by you. 

i don’t know you since i left you. 

or maybe since you left me. 

maybe neither of us left,

but sure as hell we didn’t stay.

lila woodard

VT

YWP Alumni

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    i know you’re reading this 

    checking it from in front of me 

    not in metaphors though. 

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    don’t hit you 

    like they normally would.