comfort food

a batch of lentils
soup
to ward off
empty tears
home
sweet
home
and comfort

a batch of lentils
soup
to ward off
empty tears
home
sweet
home
and comfort
you used to know
exactly what to say
to get me to fall
heart over head for you.
I don’t think I’ve been
as stupid since we
met. two college-aged
women floating through
the hell of living, just trying
to breathe.
I should have known you’d
grind me up into pieces
and leave me hopeless.
“but this is love,” I thought
“this is normal”– to have
my feelings go unacknowledged.
I didn’t know better.
but when I found better,
I did better.
it’s still during the morning
hours when I remember you.
your smile. your voice.
your poetic brilliance.
and now I don’t know
if it was your heart, mind,
or soul I was most attracted
to. I can’t remember.
is that normal?
do you know?
have you ever known?




This is the fifth and final poem in a series I was doing about the characters in the book I read, called The Darkest Child.
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