Things You Never Said Poem by Kerri White

I've been doing all these things
trying to fill that slot
you used to occupy.

It's slowly not working
but maybe
it's not supposed to work at all.

And then I hear a song
the lyrics emphatically vibrate in my head,
even when the song is over,
and I wonder if maybe you heard it too

And I wonder if little things remind you of me
like they used to
wonder if you still smell me
when the most polite, perfectly balanced wind blows.

Months went by
I didn't think of of you at all.
I labeled you as distorted and broken,
though fixable, but in no desire to be fixed.

I assumed the day would come
that you would announce that I could have saved you
but I've heard nothing from you except silence.
I bet you tell yourself all the time though

There's always a forced dream
a second to you satisfaction for which I can settle,
but question marks burn my eyes like the dryest fire
and I wonder why you had to be such a dissapointment

Sometimes I remind myself
that you will always love yourself too much,
and the rest of the world will fall farther behind
than it actually should anyway

Sometimes I reiterate
that you're not what you think you are,
no where near as mighty,
and definitely not superior to anything or anyone.

I guess the pedestal underneath your feet
is slowing chipping away
and one day when it's gone,
you'll come back around in complete apologetic harmony.