‘Me too’

‘Me too’

 

Me too, she said,

I remember

what I was wearing

That day.

Not that I would

Wear those clothes

Ever again.

It has been years now.

 

Me too, I forgive

Him for what he did

That day.

Not that you should forgive

Things like

That.

 

Forgiving is not

the same

Thing as

Undoing.

I hope one day

I can forget.

Him too.

 

-Zornitsa

 

Dedicated to all the women who have been victims of sexual harassment. Many of you have took part of the #metoo initiative and many of you have not but that is your right just as it is everyone’s right to say No.

Gone

*Gone*

 

I need to water my plants.

They aren’t mine, technically.

They aren’t his either.

They used to be

Ours, but we split up.

He is gone now.

 

We never had a baby.

Or a puppy.

Or a gold fish.

Or true love.

Just a few plants

And a lease.

Leftover pizza.

 

The kind of relationship

Your grandma

Doesn’t know about

And she keeps asking you

If you have met a

Fine young man yet.

 

And you always say no,

Not yet.

And you never lied to her.

You just lied to

Yourself.

 

Zornitsa

Wedding

*Wedding*

 

There you are,

Walking down the aisle.

So slowly. So peacefully.

He is waiting for you,

And for your life together.

 

I don’t know why people cry

At weddings,

But I do too as I pray

For you and for

Your new family.

 

I never heard what the priest said

At my own wedding.

I was too busy being in love

And making sure my dress doesn’t catch on fire.

So many candles.

 

But now I can really listen and hear

Words like communication and trust. Family values.

Lord, hear our prayers.

Bless this new family

And the rest of us.

 

Zornitsa

A mistery

*A mistery*

 

There was nothing misterious about her.

No, really. Not a thing.

No dark red lips whispering untruths.

No phone calls in the middle of the night.

No skeletons in her ikea closet.

 

Just an average girl.

A 9 to 5 French vanilla one. No sugar.

And yet to him she was a mistery.

And each little piece of the puzzle

Brought them closer to love.

 

Zornitsa

Fall

*Fall*

 

Fall is when

… your hair is windy

And your eyes tear up-

Not from the cold air,

But from the beauty

Of the world around you.

 

It is when

You turn around

To catch a falling leaf

And find yourself

Reaching out

To someone you love.

 

Zornitsa

 

Too many fairy tales

*Too many fairy tales*

 

He said I was talented.

I laughed it off.

Talent is just a seed.

A pumpkin seed.

 

You water it and it grows

Until it turns into a pumpkin

And the pumpkin grows

Into a carriage.

 

At midnight all your effort is lost.

But at least the Prince

Is in love with Cinderella. Forever.

He said I read too many fairy tales.

 

Zornitsa

 

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