How ironic it is
That the cardinals seem to visit more often
The crows build nests in the Bradford pear tree
The mourning doves sing their haunting melody as the sun rises and sets
All the more frequently since you left the Earth.
– A.B.
Category: Poetry & Feelings
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You used to tell me that I didn’t fit in anywhere
You didn’t like when I cut my hair
Then I realized all you craved was control
Manipulation of a girl barely seventeen years old
Then one day I opened my eyes and realized I’d been blind
And you were the blindfold
Making me think I was secure
– A.B.
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I thought I’d be happier once I was able to keep a spotless kitchen.
But I was wrong.
The lack of crumbs, dirtied spoons on the counter, and dishes in the sink burdens my heart.
It’s a constant reminder that you’re not here anymore.
That the only messes I have to clean up are my own.
No more coffee drips on the hardwood
No more outside doors being left open
And no more sounds in the kitchen at 1:00 am.
The things that used to drive me mad are now the things I miss the most.
– A.B.
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