Everywhere I go
I fear I’ll find you.
I skulk around the edge
of each aisle,
scanning faces
to make sure it is safe.
I play out
our fearfully planned reunion
again and again
in my mind.
When the inevitable collision
happens, I consider
speaking Spanish
or pretending I don’t know you.
In every scenario
you see past the lie,
but you don’t always
call me out on it.
Instead, you give me
that knowing smirk
(the one I hate so much),
turn your head
and walk on by –
leaving me convinced
that a knock-down, drag-out
confrontation
might have been better
in the end.
~ Maranda Russell
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Good, very, very good! Arlene
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Aw, thanks so much!
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Like the title, I’ve been through relationship ptsd. I used to be someone, that was there, till better came along. Till I said, enough. When I got married, thought it would be Not like that, it was Not, something better, it is something different.
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Thanks for reading and commenting! For some reason your comment was put in the spam folder, but I saved it 🙂
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Thank you. ☺⚘
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This is Relationship PTSD > 😈
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Nice one Maranda, I loved it!
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Thanks! I wrote this a while back, but decided to just now share it on here.
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I really liked it, if you have more like this you should be proud to show them! I was impressed!
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I do have a lot more poems I plan to share, just takes time 🙂
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Fair comment, but this one I really enjoyed!
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