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Second Base
July 30, 2014
When I told you about myself,
you wanted to fix me.
And I told you I couldn’t be fixed
‘cause the third boy I loved
didn’t even try.
I remember when he told me,
to stop putting him
in the God awful poetry
I write.
Saying that if the boys in front of him
couldn’t pick up the pieces of my heart,
neither could he.
Hell, he didn’t know that the ventricles
were even under the arteries.
But, he thought if I was still breathing,
I was just fine.
So, maybe you think you can be a superhero,
but not mine.
‘Cause goddamn, all legends tend to die.
© Julia K., Old Tappan, NJ
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