consistently cruel

POEM - Charlotte Griffiths - consistently cruel 

there's not a lot to find when you 

stop looking. i think you 

wanted me to convince you i 

saw only reason to stay 

but i didn't

(still nothing but

you in my eyes)

and i have to drive past the 

reservoir most neon nights and 

i can't 

keep being that 

girl, the one wrapped into 

steel barriers, watching for

death. i still 

have to go on somehow. 

i wonder if you think of my 

cigarette warms in autumn, how they 

lit up red cheeks and wide

eyes, how they filled you 

with hope 

but 

i watch you get better 

without me and there's nothing

needed from 

small boxes, small 

package; 

you don't call, you 

don't check up after 

it all goes 

south, you 

don't need anything 

from me 

now. 

that's how it is. 

that's how it always 

ends

(i'm always a 

sucker for some 

consistency).
- Charlotte Griffiths 

Reviews

[Robert Trakofler]

when the outcome is preordained there are no surprises I suppose. there is comfort in consistency even if the outcome is sadness yes this is true for many:(

[Charlotte e.e. Griffiths]

Too true for many! Guess I should be glad consistency is the one thing we can all relate to - consistency, huh? Lol.