Exit 19B.

by Poet on the Piano   Dec 3, 2015


You drank two Bud Lights, even offered me one.

I took a Mountain Dew instead, told you
I'm into the hard liquor. I'm "that" kind of girl.

We talked. Like two normal humans.
Like friends ask questions to get to know
each other, laughing then venting then
sighing.

And how deeply I sighed...

This whole scene couldn't have been mine.

But it was.

We talked about your children and your exes
while the clown fish and blue tang minded
their own business.

We talked

like it never happened, that act
that's supposed to signify love.

We'll never be "lovers", in the real
meaning of the word.

And there's something so depressing about
the minutes afterwards,
about saying "thank you" but never receiving
one in return.

You didn't abuse me. You used me.
And here lies the difference...

I let you.

And I ask myself if that's just me abusing
my distorted, corrupted
sense of self-worth.

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Written 12/02/15

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  • 8 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    While I am reading this it took me back to my younger days. We would talk and drink and next thing you know..the rest is history. I see two people talking, having a good time, comforting eachother , having intimacy. Something that may should never happened but it did. I like when you say he did not abuse you but he used you. Sometimes we use eachoter but women and their emotions are far different from a man.Blaming ourselves is a big factor convincing ourselves we are not worthy. People do to us what we allow them to do. I could . This piece really touched me.