My ex.
a poem written for a class at some point in 2019-2020
My ex used to cause my hands to cramp up
My fingers were never long enough,
Never fast enough
My ex used to make me question my abilities
Who i was,
Who i wanted to be
My ex wasn’t always mean though
Sometimes i’d cry,
Out of feelings I couldn’t name
And by the end of our escapade,
I’d wipe my cheeks with a smile
My ex had everyone flocking
Sometimes the attention made me uneasy
I knew what they wanted
Something fast and clean
Sharp and loud
Something they couldn’t quite understand
My ex was a lot of things,
Fun, difficult, easy
And cruel
But,
In the end
It was only a piano
And i’m happy
To finally
Call it my ex
Thank you for reading this poem younger me wrote. I remember the class I was in liked it and thought the poem was about something/someone else doing certain things I won't say. What did you think though? That, I'd like to hear. Like, comment, react with those little
Fun fact: I like playing the piano still. I actually thought of this idea because of a movie I was watching and the need to submit something for a grade. Ha!
Peace!
About the Creator
Jay,when I write
Hello.
What?
23, Black, queer, yup
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