I Watch
I watch as my friend heals from the wounds you gave her— stitching herself whole while I unravel quietly beside her.
But me? I didn't heal. I began to watch.
I watch as you move on like you never scorched the ground beneath me, like my name was never ash in your mouth.
I watch as you pretend you did nothing wrong. As if my silence was consent. As if your memory doesn’t echo through everything I am.
I watch and pretend that you aren’t the reason my reflection feels foreign, the reason joy tastes like guilt.
And now— I feel like I am watching myself die and can do nothing about it.
I watch as I slowly drown in an ocean of "I'm fine," my lungs filling with all the words I never said.
I watch as I slowly suffocate, quietly folding into the corners of rooms, smaller and smaller, while the world keeps spinning, while people say, “There are worse problems in the world than this.”
But still— I am here. Losing myself because of you.
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Author:
Vanna (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is based off of the pain I experienced.
- Category: Sad
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Comments4
I can feel the anger and resentment oozing from this piece. There is a sense of loathing here a seething rath bubbling in a covered pot where the removal of the lid burns the cook with steam. Well written
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A sad and touching write of the breakdown of a good friendship, you can feel the anger and pain, although sitting quietly now you sense it is close to boiling point, nicely expressed and written
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