I don't need you anymore

I don't need you anymore

A Poem by Sarah Flanigan

  I don't need you anymore.
And yet, I still let you hang around.
You're still taped to the back of my headboard.
You're still at the bottom of my jewelry box.
You're still wedged between pages 18 and 19 of my copy of Great Expectations.

I don't need you anymore.
I no longer need the false sense of relief that you provided.
I no longer need your long, straight, stinging signature on my arm
I no longer need to watch my own blood flow onto my comforter to feel better.
So why have I not kicked you out yet?

I don't need you anymore.
You left such a huge mess for me to clean up.
You're just a small piece of metal that I used to think I needed.
BUT I DON'T NEED YOU ANYMORE.
So why the hell do I still feel the need to keep you around?

© 2014 Sarah Flanigan


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hehehe...lol.nice one.i like it




Posted 9 Years Ago


We often hang on to the things we "know." Perhaps you hang on to your false sense of relief to remind you that you don't need it any more. Or, maybe you are hanging on to it because it is a part of who you are and was a part in making you who you are today. Someone on here wrote that we have both dark and light parts to ourselves and that without either we are not whole. Sometimes we hang on to things as a crutch in case we need them. I like to believe that you are hanging on to it so that you never forget the impact it had in your life. This is another powerful piece.

Posted 9 Years Ago


WOW. when I first started reading this I thought it was going to be about a guy. That's really clever. Sad, but clever.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Sarah Flanigan
Sarah Flanigan

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I'm an introverted bookworm. I tend to spend my days drinking far too much coffee and playing my ukulele too loudly. Life is strange and surreal, but also beautiful somehow. more..

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