Seemingly InconsolableA Poem by Jillian Louise
Securely folded legs;
I'm curled up in the chair. I shamefully review tonight, As I cover my face with my hair. The light is gone; It's fallen back behind the trees. I wish that I were folded in your arms, Instead of sleeping with my chin to my knees. The cold is raw- I slip my arms inside of my shirt. I wrap them tightly around myself, Trying to forget about all of this hurt. I shiver beneath my layers- My skin is cold and soft. Instead of freezing in my room, I wish I were asleep in your loft. I think about you snapping at me, As spit flies from your lips. I might miss everything else, But I certainly won't miss feeling like this. I will rise tomorrow, Perhaps feeling whole and new. I may even meet new people, To help me forget you.
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