a doll for you to hold and bring home,
only to find myself broken, forgotten in the corner of your attic,
wishing you’d remember what I can’t let myself forget ...
that I need to be the one to build the bridge,
or I’ll never get over it, over you - you’re over me,
I’m your unfinished game of Monopoly
abandoned on the living room floor.
Had you not left me here, you wouldn’t be
tripping over me, wondering
if you should have taken the time to
put me away properly,
or if it would have been easier had you
just kept playing with me.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.