Blue Vessel

The sky cracked open and I fell into
Our silhouetted shapes pre-movement; I wait,
An unread book on your fancy shelf—you
Have forgotten patterns we made.  This state
Hurts; my soul is stale, chapped, dry
Without your presence.  I am not the girl
You thought I was.  I collect unheard sighs,
Wage war against the kitchen sink and
Things you said I should be.  You told me
To trust, to speak—just not so loud—I was
Never smart enough, you were almost proud:
Would you ever have been?  No steady applause
Came, although I waited.  Every part of
Me I molded to you, now ripped away—unloved.
 

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