We Are Not Friends

I think far too much
about people that I never want to speak to
or see again.

To ever meet
would make things so confusing.
We are not friends,
But still I’ve wondered how they’re doing.

Keep me away at least arms length,
for I am cunning and know my charms.

Though I don’t mean to act on impulse.

I have few ways of moving on.
And even after years have passed,
I’ve haven’t begun unpacking.

I’ve just been living with the boxes
in the corner of my mind,
with the flaps unsealed and slackened.

And years have passed since we have spoken.
But, I won’t take them to the dump.
And while I sure as shit won’t open them,
I won’t give them up.

The way that things are going
I will probably keep the memories of my feelings
boxed in the far, dark corner of mind
for a very long time.

Just to watch the contents slowly whither
and feel the feelings steadily wane
Until I know I can be free of them.


About Jessica Lee

Jessica is a twenty-something poet who performs most of her work on stage in Spoken Word. She has found writing therapeutic since she was child, and has pursued it ceaselessly. She enjoys writing even the most fleeting thoughts and dreams as SensicalRavings. Between long retail shifts, she enjoys writing observational pieces (always with a slant) of locally relevant subjects as ALLGainesville. If you appreciate inspiring, coming-of-age suppositions, become a follower. Though it's not always roses, it's raw!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: