a poem by Kelcy Taylor

You put these chains around my wrists

and painted them gold, so I’d never want

to leave. But I always was a silver

kind of girl. You’re an ice cream

headache; so bitterly sweet. But

is it ever really worth the pain?

I found the answer just a little too late.

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Don’t you just hate

hearing someone make

a promise you know right

then and there they’ll never

keep? I know I do, but

that’s me. I hate myself.

But you’re an ice cream headache.

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Maybe next time, I’ll remember to say

“no” to you. And maybe next time,

I’ll know all the things not to do.

Maybe next time around, I won’t

be stupid enough to promise you

I’ll always be here.

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Maybe next time.

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