13 to 22A Poem by redaliaI told her I love herThief, I called him. He broke down my walls and took my title. Stranger, I called him. He licked his way into my mouth without asking. Friend, he called me, and made me an addict. He broke down my skin and left for a younger girl; something like a gypsy. A woman’s name, I gave him then, and cried bullets into his back. A funny name I called this other one. He was a trophy. He was a prince, so pretty! He was a fight for breath and a long drink of no.9 but a funny name I kept calling him, and gave him up. Dear future, I called another one. He was a four hour flight. He wouldn’t call, we wouldn’t speak, and he didn’t like any of my friends. He lied to me, too. I never felt at home with him as I do in Joe’s arms but loved him anyways. I left him for Joe and a girl who hated me. I fell in love with a woman. She’s a wonder made of all the good things. She’s a librarian, a therapist, a deep breath of serenity. She put her life in a walnut box and handed it to me. I love you, I said to her today, she told me she knew. You’re my everything, I said,
she understood. © 2017 redaliaAuthor's Note
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