“We”
A poem for the anger that comes with misunderstanding
You told me that we didn’t know what love was
That maybe we were just kids and didn’t know what we got ourselves into
That we tried our best to be in love but it just wasn’t meant to last
First of all,
How fucking dare you say “we” like you’ve ever known what I feel
We fell in love for two months before we even dated
I met your parents
I met your friends
I wanted to know every part of the people you love so I could know you better
And you think
You have the fucking audacity to say “we”
I’m not the one who left
I’m the one who stayed while you were in the hospital
I’m the one who came back every time you pushed me away
because I couldn’t bare to leave you alone
And because I promised your mom I wouldn’t
And yet you think “we” were just kids?
Bull.
You were the first adult thing I ever did with my life
I sat and cried with you
And for you
And because of you
And I got up and made myself be strong
because you couldn’t
And now I’m the one suffering,
Almost a year later,
And you get high with the boys
And put your shenanigans on camera
While I try to put my pieces back together
With someone who shows me
What actual, adult love is
I can’t see you in person or I’ll cry
I can’t read your texts on my phone or I get angry
And yet, I wear your old shirt to do yard work
Because I want to put you through the ringer
And the shirt is the closest thing I have
“We tried our best to be in love”
But for me, I didn’t have to try.
I loved you with everything in me
And I would’ve stayed forever if you let me
You would’ve been my first and my last
And yet you only found me worth it
To bring me back for Valentine’s day
Like I was a guest star on your
demented under budget TV series
“It just wasn’t meant to last”
But yet it couldn’t end in December after the hospital
Or January after my birthday
Or February after Valentine’s day
Or March when I told your mom you were suicidal
Because I can’t reach you from here
Or any of the times you reached out
To check in, or for closure,
Or whatever else you want to call keeping me attached
In case you need me later
Do me a favor:
Next time you want to say “we”
Leave me out of it
Because clearly we experienced this differently
About the Creator
Lily Winter
Hello! I am an eighteen year old university student, and avid writer. To learn more about me, check out my instagram-
Personal: @lily_winter4722
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