Petty

poems
Published

August 12, 2022

  • You didn’t text me on my birthday.
  • I know I know, I walked away
  • but you asked if you could
  • even when everything was breaking
  • between us in that burning room and now
  • I’m breaking and thought you would
  • save me, like you always did. But still,
  • perhaps, you knew, like you always did,
  • what my heart needed most, and gave that
  • to me instead. You, the better put-together half,
  • are still saving me, even after all this time.