Poetry by Molly Benson
Just because you’re broken
Does not mean
You have the right
To stab me on the sharpened edges
of your shattered pieces.
Do not hold me hostage
in the prison of your ribcage.
I still won’t believe every word you say.
Because some part of me still hopes that isn’t you.
But the sad part is, I do believe you.
If missing me gives you such pain you should find a new hobby.
My greatest wish will be fulfilled when you choose to give up on me.
You laughed when I said, “ I write poetry.”
This wasn’t some declaration written by broken people in the night.
I wanted to tell you
How you interested me
But I am not broken in yet
Like a pair of your beat-up loafers.
I hope this silence will burn you.
It kills me.