Aftermath

A man reflects on driving his girlfriend away, while she gets back at him by destroying herself.

As of now it's mid-December

We haven't spoken since November

Could have even been September

But I guess I don't remember

I see her on the grass she lies

Gently swatting the summer flies

Love and hope in her blue eyes

Fingers reaching to cloudless skies

A photo from when her hair was black

Laughing like a maniac

On her shirt the Union Jack

Oh, how I wished I'd called her back

There in the picture, shrunk down to scale

Her face the size of my fingernail

Her skin the usual deathly pale

The color scheme of the killer whale

You were mine to lose

Lost my browns in your baby blues

Didn't mean to blow my fuse

Misuse, bruise, abuse

It's my fault you refuse

Turn to booze

Wake up in Andrew's

Or public loos

Whatever you choose

Waiting for the day I see you dead on the news

Reviews

[Carolynn]

This kind of image is so sad. To know that some people allow others the power to change them from being happy to not caring if they're dead and gone. I think people need to learn how to handle break ups better - that being said this is a crafty little poem - I like the rhyme scheme throughout - quite witty really :)

[William Liston]

Wow. This is a very sad story. The plot really captured me. Great job on this.

-William Liston