expectations
of all the things i could expect, you were the one thing i didn't.

i. what did i expect?
you always said the world was
cold, dark, cruel -
what did i expect it to do
after we went from
everything to nothing?
ii. a smile feigned in sadness,
my heart in your long,
grasping hands;
you are gone.
and i am broken, naked;
an open wound for
the world to infect.
but what did i expect?
you are a disease.
iii. you taught me well and
i was ready when
the world came for me.
but that didn’t make it any easier
to realize that it was you;
i didn’t expect you
to blame the world
for what you had done to me.
About the Creator
Miranda Jaensch
woman; reader, writer, sometimes teacher, mother, lover, fighter, sister, daughter, partner, and friend.
Pearl
1980 something. we all hung out at Pearl and you and i were nothing special, or so i thought. i mean we all danced, drenched in our own sweat, our own saline solution of fear, too many beers, shots, laughter, tears, fucks in the bathroom and i don't know when we began to be afraid. do you?
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)4 days ago in Fiction

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