Laney Bennett
I was only 10 feet from where you stood
I was screaming for your attention.
But you pretended I was 10 feet below instead,
I was never your intention.
You were sitting on a bucket,
On a dock right next to the sea
And watched your flames consume,
The helpless rest of me.
And I look back to when I dyed my hair
I went from brown to blonde.
But you were chasing the brown and the bleach in my hair
Could never cleanse our bond.
At the time I didn’t think it mattered
As much as the metal in my nose.
But you hated that too and the disappointment grew
Until you chose whoever she knows.
It’s all left to the pages now
That I trusted you at your worst.
But now I’m the disappointed one,
Who jumped that thirty-first.