I know we were young

and these thoughts are just

melodramatic coins thrown

into a bottomless well,

but I must ask, the vacuum

between us now,

if I was ever more than leftovers to you?

If I can ever see myself

as more than the girl you called

by mistake.

The girl who watched you burn

your hands in the fire

she told you not to go near.



Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020

Between the Trees UK

Between the Trees US

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7 thoughts on “Leftovers

  1. taurusingemini says:

    we’re here for a reason, and, most of us don’t find out what it is, until, later on in life, the thing is to keep on, questioning the things we encounter in our lives, until they finally, start to, make sense…

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