The Title of This Poem Is: E-

October 15, 2012
By sydneeharris16 DIAMOND, Auburn, Maine
sydneeharris16 DIAMOND, Auburn, Maine
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Favorite Quote:
we the willing, lead by the unknowing, are doing the impossible for the ungrateful. we have done so much for so long with so little, we are now qualified to do anything with nothing.


I feel like I’m being put on a shelf
Like theres something you can only get from me
That you want
But only when you want it
And only then am I visible.
I feel as if I evaporate
Monday through Thursday
And Friday through Sunday I exist in your eyes
Because all I’m good for is an outlet
An outlet of affections you keep displacing
I’m aware of your during-the-week girl
I’m aware I’m your weekend-only girl
And you treat me like I’m oblivious and ignorant
To my surroundings, but I pay attention.
You didn’t stop by on Friday, so I waited
You were absent on Saturday, so I waited
And on Sunday, when you never arrived
This feeling in my stomach arose
As if to tell me that I was no longer the weekend-only
I was now the never-ever
And you had found an all-the-time
That I would never-ever be.
As much as I hated being the weekend-only girl
It was a tinge better
Than being a never-ever girl
Because when I was the weekend-only
At least I had a place
And now that I’m the never-ever
You’ve left me to get dusty
On that godforsaken shelf.



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