Gullible Me Poem by Melissa Joy Chesky

Everything screams,
"I told you so."
I walk back
Defeated in my own game
Bitterness hidden in the syllables of his name
But I know I'll be walking this path again.
Cursing and spitting venom from the thought of his presence
Wanting a different alias,
And thus being anyone but gullible me.
From the music to the biting wind,
The heavy step by step
Clomping along,
Disappointment riddling their faces,
Apathy in their tone,
Oh yes.
They told me so.