My Fault Poem by Ben Partenay

My Fault



it was inevitable
the frost crept
in and one morning
you wake up
shivering.

that was a week
ago, now it’s
been four mornings
where I’ve woken
without wanting to,
held a pen
without wanting to,
written
without wanting to,
and knowing
the whole time
exactly what I
want.

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