April 20th, 2024

These are my final words for you
So I need to write them all
I think that it is time
You’re done toying with this Doll
I convinced myself I moved on
But you dug up what was buried
While rewriting our epitaph
I’m wondering if this was necessary 
I was not the guilty party
Then you made me an accessory
And all the time we spent together
Not captured in my “Memories”
I wonder if there were smaller men
Who have lived before
Because you couldn’t reach the bar
When I left it on the floor
I wasn’t supposed to fall in love
That role wasn’t written for you
But you hooked me like an addict
And now my fix is overdue
Everything feels like a sign
That’s pointing me to you
Maybe I’m just in denial
But maybe you’re here too

Note: This is part one of my pentalogy, which I’ve posted in reverse order. Each of the five parts can be read independently, in sequence, or backward. While the date states I wrote this on April 20th, 2024, the poetry spans from pieces I began and left unfinished over the past two years. April 20th is the day the idea for this story first came to me, and I pulled all of my writing together. After about four months of refining, I’m thrilled to finally share the entire piece! If you’ve read the other sections, you might have noticed my influences were Taylor Swift, The Tortured Poets Department, and the stages of grief. Let me know how many Taylor Swift references you spot!

Tortured Artists Yield Loss Over Remembrance (The Pentalogy)

Part 1: Denial
Part 2: Anger
Part 3: Bargaining
Part 4: Depression
Part 5: Acceptance