Pomegranates & Mondays

By: Linda M Crate


in the rain of tomorrows i won’t wait again for you—i will already know how this story ends—dying and regrowing is the most painful experience i’ve endured, and i do not seek to repeat it; so i will not anticipate the apology that i never got ever again even if it still hurts that i wasn’t even worth that or the truth—you had to lie to me and marry the woman you cheated on me with just because i loved you—as if you resented the idea that i was true to you, and loved you with all of me; you just couldn’t hold on because it would have been too hard to care for a body that no longer occupied your bed—i wish for you nothing but pomegranates and mondays for the rest of your existence so that you can at the very least suffer a fraction of pain you put me and others through.


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