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A Small Bag
She was as crazy as saying
Coca-Cola gives you cancer
an impossible person to deal with
and after that beer bottle incident on Main Street
I could never trust my own judgment
when she was around
The night the knife went whistling
past my left ear and stuck in the door
inches behind me
I knew what I had to do
Thinking with your head is easy
but only when your heart's not in the way
I knew she would never let me go quietly
and if I'm honest
that may have been part of the attraction
plus a man's priorities never seem to change
she was an expert in some departments after all
But all that white anger raging around her head
for reasons known only to her
couldn't help but spill out and over
usually over me
so one day with that choking feeling
higher than my nose
wordlessly I slipped away and out of her life
for what I hope turns into forever
But to this day I keep a small bag
packed and ready by the door
just in case she picks up the scent
and gets too close on my trail
Published 10th Dec 2009
| Edited 18th Mar 2016
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Anonymous
10th Dec 2009 11:49am
is your heart too in that bag A? :-)i like your story.
10th Dec 2009 12:01pm
Now that would have been a much better last line wouldn't it, but then perhaps only a woman can go that far!
Anonymous
10th Dec 2009 12:02pm
wont men go that far A?Forgive me im in a wicked mood today!
10th Dec 2009 12:11pm
...if you mean the type of ruthless woman ripping out her heart and keeping it in a bag then perhaps a man wouldn't be able to do that so easily - all hypothetical. But apart from that I don't believe there's an ounce of wickedness in you, P.
Anonymous
10th Dec 2009 12:38pm
you make me laugh, Im going to be real wicked lol where is my witch's nose and hat? By the way the female voice in me resists that verdict of ruthlessness:-)
10th Dec 2009 1:02pm
Anonymous
10th Dec 2009 1:27pm
I was just jesting hope u didnt mind:-)
10th Dec 2009 3:21pm
Not at all - I'm always laughing - but at this rate we'll need a much bigger bag to put all the comments in!
11th Dec 2009 5:15am
god it's one of those poems that brings a pang to your heart at the last line, not only because of what the poem's about, but the way it was written. loveeeee ittt. i keep saying that about your poems i feel pretty vocabulary-deprived. xD
11th Dec 2009 4:15pm
is certainly not true of yourself, Celine. Thanks for your feedback again.
