The Wrong One

May 15, 2017
By Anonymous

I cried, feet tucked up on the dash board
I couldn’t comprehend his thoughts
Any better than he comprehended mine
I could hear the gut in his throat-
It was a boggled up knot

I knew this was it.
The last phone call, the last words
My heart had never felt so weak
There were two anchors on it
Being tugged on like I was some kind of boat

I threw away friends for this one person
I changed the real me so I would fit it
I wanted to be perfect, for this one person
But he must have just been the wrong one


The author's comments:

This is a biography poem of a moment in my life. This was at a hard time when I had emotions flying through my head and this is how I felt.


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