sometimes my mind speaks in poetry



yesterday, 

you should just have left

when i told you to. 

i was being nice

and considerate, 

willing to give you time, 

accepting that the space we had

was a shared one. 


i tried 

i waited in the darkness

hoping that the lack of that

warm yellow feeling 

would finally tell you

what i had been saying all along:

just. leave. 


even in the darkness 

i could feel you. 

your zing

was hard to ignore. 

in the darkness, I told myself, 

'patience

in this forest, 

it is i who am the intruder.'


but patience is not a gift i have. 

you forced me 

to turn on the lights, 

locate you on the walls

and end you

with one clean sweep 

of my broom. 


i tried. 

you really should have just left. 


-on killing a dragonfly.

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