spark —
wasn’t i yours?
to train—
to contain—
to treat—
never to keep.
i’m the damn light.
you see it,
god, even through meat.
i had you fuming.
the second you came.
god?
remember when i’d douche for you?
ten minutes to sterilize myself
just to help you forget yourself.
do you know what it’s like
to sleep in another room from you?
to be seen, not loved?
do you know?
like i’m recycling —
staying until you rot me out,
until i end up spark.
and now that she’s gone
you wanna talk?
let’s see if you last
this week.
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Author:
Yael Olalde-Garcia (
Offline) - Published: July 30th, 2025 15:10
- Comment from author about the poem: For the ones who burn out fast.
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Comments2
Some relationships don't last long. A poem that is ready for another. Well done
Not everything lasts forever, a sense of moving on to another relationship, nicely expressed and written
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