It’s his birthday today and I don’t know if I should call.
I hollow myself out all morning over the simple debate, searching desperately for the parts of me I lost in him.
What I’m I supposed to do when love is all I have left of you?
When I was nursing a sizzling wound;
I’d shriek and shout without ever making a sound.
Kick and pull without curling my fingers down.
What was I supposed to do besides fade away when he doesn’t listen to what I have to say?
Too caught up in his next move to see I was screaming with every inch of me.
Ouanessa Nana is a 19 year old aspiring writer who loves to write poetry more than anything in the world. Poetry is the one thing she can always come back to when her world feels like it’s ending. She has been writing for as long as she can remember and dreams of having her writing published someday! In her free time she likes to sing, run, and read thrillers. She is currently studying creative writing at California State University Northridge as a sophomore.
