The First Time Is The Last Time Poem by Camilla Manda Vee

i dont kno what to feel
everything in the room looks plastic
all the words fell from his mouth
like petals of iris unfolding
but not as pretty

how to be now
what to say and do
i've never felt this way
and never want to again

so if come back
am i to just say yes
like nothing ever happened?
who does that?

cant act as if not one fiber attatched
itself
i cant be cordial
i cant be civil
i want what i wanted
but it doesnt happen that way

im still coughing
and a little hole is burning
through my chest

something on the inside
is bleeding...

i cant translate this language
that you're speaking......