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Allisson Mercier Poem
It’s the little things that follow you around.
A nickname, a place, even a color.
Punishing you, making you remember all the pain you felt.
Even after your final goodbye, when you know it’s over,
You can’t help but wonder if he’s happy.
You tell yourself that you want him to be happy,
But do you? Really?
Because every time a reminder slaps me across the face,
I remember all the pain I felt trying to keep someone in my life that didn’t deserve to be there.
A part of me wants him to suffer just like I did.
So, every time that reminder slaps you across the face,
Don’t you wish you could slap the person you were just reminded of?
Copyright © Allisson Mercier | Year Posted 2017
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