Author: Savannah Cleckler
When my friends ask me if I still think of you
I don’t know what they want me to say
I could tell them how
I pour thoughts of you into my morning coffee
Watching the negatives swirl with the positives
Creating a cloudy mess of confusion
I sip down the bittersweet concoction
Still trying to decide whether you were good for me after all
Remembering the same arms that held me so tight
Pushed me away at the very same time
It was one fluid motion
Our push and pull similar to the ocean
That was less like a wave
And more like a tsunami
The force of the crash wasn’t half as destructive
As the magnetic force that pulled me back
So no, I don’t think of you
I think of us, how we were such a mess
Of good things and bad things
A contradiction of my convictions
There was nothing about us I could trust
Now I’m split into three different parts
The before, the during, and the afterwards
We were a natural disaster
Our lives are better off spent apart
Knowing that still doesn’t seal
the hole we left behind in my heart
But still I’m trying to fill it
With bitter morning thoughts
And drops of sugar sprinkled throughout
Mixing together like our hands
I never thought we’d have to pull apart