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No Longer Mine

A Poem

Jillian Spiridon
2 min readNov 24, 2023

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Photo by Alin Luna on Unsplash

my veins leaked poetry
in soft rivulets of pink,
puddling down to the floor,
till i was a mess in a heap of flowers.

and you stood there, far away,
watching as if you couldn’t believe
i still lived, breathed, thrived,
and did not succumb.

and what i saw right then told me
you’d wanted me dead and gone all along.

and what i knew right then spoke to me
how you’d never wanted to make amends again.

my veins bled words,
so many words just for you,
and you never gave a damn at all
as the letters dried up bit by bit by bit.

you laughed in the face of fate —
and to you i was the glitch in your life,
someone to rob you of all your happy endings,
and all you wanted to do was escape me again and again.

i wasn’t the one to stroke your ego,
i wasn’t the one to soothe your pain,
i wasn’t the one to laugh at your jokes,
and i wasn’t the one to share your bed.

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Jillian Spiridon
Jillian Spiridon

Written by Jillian Spiridon

just another writer with too many cats

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