Entry. (2009)

[Warning: The piece gets off to a rough, uncomical start. Might not be for the faint of heart. As for the subject matter, before anyone even comments, I was inspired by an episode of the Tyra Bank’s show and although it is written in first person, it is a of a fictional event. Or, a non-fictional event that didn’t involve me. How ever you want to look at it.]
[Also, for more on my Poetic Policy on interpretations of subject matter, you should see my FAQ @ https://superjenna.wordpress.com/frequently-asked-questions/ because I said so.]

Entry.

My eyes have seen
enough as it is.
These tears, My heart
is water damaged.

Breaking an entry
inside your skeleton
Going through your things
without a warrant.

And without permission, Without consent,
Without any mutual verbal agreement.
Without a care – how will these wounds scar?
I honestly haven’t planned that far

And now you know how it feels.
Didn’t you know,
You reap what you sow?

Karma caught you, much like you caught my arm
A tight, violent grab that implies harm
The kind that ruptures veins under the skin
Next day, you struggle to hide the bruises

Do you like
being on the other side?
Do you like
Having trouble sleeping at night?
Be honest,
I didn’t.
But I’ll admit,

I might sleep better covered in scars
Knowing you’re behind bars
Trying to sleep on a hard cold bed
Next to an inmate who fancies men.

No diary entry has been rough enough
to soak up the tears and heal the wounds
I could use all 100 pages/200 sheets
But I would only need more paper by noon

No one thought, no one could predict or expect
how you’d enter my mind and my thoughts, forever
It wasn’t as simple as picking up and leaving
and F.Y.I. it wasn’t as easy as just tattle-taleing.