Kiss Off

Kiss Off

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt
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To Mr. ________

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Hello again,
I bet you have been waiting for me to come back
Counting the days until I showed my self again
To you after the lies I told you.
You know the ones,
They went something like this,
“I am so over how you treat me like I am disposable
And I am not going to be waiting here for you to change
And I am going to be so much better off once I can wake up
And say with honesty that I didn’t wish you were here.”

Well, I have to be the honest one.
God knows you could never be so bold to speak the truth.
Here goes nothing and everything at the same time.
I wasn’t lying when I told you I was moving on with my life.
I meant every tear and every sleepless night that it took
To finally be whole after the gaps left in me showed themselves
When you swiftly took from me the pieces I held most sacred.
I am standing here to tell you, that today is that day.
I am whole without you.

I know how the loss of my love is noting to you.
How could I not, you told me at every turn and at every chance
In the way you picked the other girls over me to appear with in public
With their pretty faces and their perfect bodies
But I knew that you wanted more than that and that in the end
“More than that” is not going to be here waiting for you to deem it appropriate
Because I am more than you could ever imagine.

I turn this back to you.
I want you  to not come back running to me when you had too much to drink
And the bed is cold without the latest short skirt and knock-off jewelry
I don’t want you to feel righteous knowing I cling to my phone waiting
For you to grace me with your euphoric intoxication
I am not settling for that anymore
I need more than words.
 the time has finally come where you can be assured
That you will never hear me say
Hello again.

© 2008 Sarah McKeever Hitt


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Sarah McKeever Hitt
Sarah McKeever Hitt

Chicago, IL



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