the ones you swore
I gave you
the ones that burned
your cheeks and pursed your lips
bury them
until not a single drop pours out
I’m not worth
all that anguish
I’m not worth
all that sorrow
bury them deep
deep inside
a black box
to match your black heart
then, I’d never hurt you
like you claim I did
and maybe
forever will be better
as we watch
the world’s sunset in flames
© 2020 Maria Arana
Bio: Maria A. Arana is a teacher, writer, and poet. Her poetry has been published in various journals including Spectrum, The Pangolin Review, Nature Writing, and Cholla Needles Magazine. You can find her at https://twitter.com/m_a_Arana
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