Redheaded girl

About his redheaded girl:

You wrote a poem and put it on Facebook

I read it slowly and repeatedly

I wasn’t sure if it was about me

I quickly knew it was your own work,

I recognized the style

You referred to a Ginger, you capitalized it like that

I didn’t know if it was about me

You thanked someone for giving you back your laugh

You thanked someone for caring about you

You said she was great at sex

I wasn’t sure if it was about me

It hurt me you could make our things so public

It satisfied me you’d thought about all I’d done for you

I stalked your Facebook and looked for her

I found a sign. Another post about Gingers and sex, a cartoon.

I followed to the page of a person who liked it. She had auburn hair and familiar eyes.

She’s the girl who broke my heart before.

The one you put your arm low around and smiled with cheek-to-cheek.

The one I had to know about from someone else’s post.

Thanks for not making our things public.

I guess she does for you what I did for you.

I guess you show your love for her more than you showed your love for me.

But Baby, don’t ever think just because you wrote a poem about it that we won’t blame ourselves when you finally use the knife. We will all weep forever.

For my first love in Colombia

Reviews

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Life can make interising story. And you make great poem. I like how words can be sharp and at next line they are gentle. Very nice flowing throught emotions of words. I LIKE IT.

[Chris]

This one has teeth and heart... and left a sad smile of having been there.

[J. K. Hannah]

Thank you... I'm glad it left a reaction. This one is actually a personal favorite