Goodbye Michigan
I won’t go missing him
I don’t even want to talk about it.
I don’t want to hear any reason why you quit.
You’ve been giving up for a while now, I’ve noticed it.
Especially with the mother of your child.
What is weird is , I never even met you in person.
You were never in my grasp, or in my bed.
Trust me, I'm well acquainted with my villains.
And you just became one of them.
You stopped all contact mid sentence, for what?
This time I truly don't know.
I remember asking you “ against a ram or a bull who wins? You said the ram”
Who wins?
The ram, bitch.
I’m Irish, you got your second chance, and you're lucky you got it.
It’s done, over.
I’m in control.
Michigan I thought you could make me believe again.
Breathe again,
Sleep again.
Live again.
Well, you lost.
Sorry.
I appreciate you trying,
But I’m dying.
Done trying,
To fit into a mold that clearly wasn’t meant for me.
Clearly, apparently.
I wish you and S the best
But S, I’ll miss you.
Michigan.
Not even face to face,
What a damn waste
-ej
About the Creator
Erica Jordan
Tea is drug. I'm chronically ill. I cant do much except my art that helps my nerve pain and function. That's baking, painting , writing..... anything creative to use that outlet to express myself . Stay Wild Moon Child.
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