What I Didn't Want You to Know
A Poem About What Was Almost Nothing
By Lauren ActuallyPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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It was August, maybe September,
blistering hot on the beach.
Murky Florida ocean – a broken heart –
your doing.
You’re doing fine, though, moving on.
Or so they say – they’ve said a lot.
But I stand with pieces, like seashells in a bucket,
of myself in my pocket.
A lit cigarette. An empty bottle.
I never was one to take so long to bounce back,
but I don’t want you to know any of this.
There was no profound effect here to feed your ego.
No, the ocean would wash it away – profoundly
affecting nothing. Salt water
ebbing closer to my chipped nail polish.
It was ready to take me in, and
I was ready to go.
(And you would have followed me
to the grave – you said later,
when all was well.
A loaded shotgun).
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About the Creator
Lauren Actually
29. Seaside dreamer. Lost, but found again.
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