Stagnant Past Poem by Jessie Jett

You never knew.
Did you really care?
Am I supposed to see,
Where you really there?
Who you really are.
Who I am.
You never asked.
Shall I say goodbye,
To what has passed?
Sneaky and decieving.
You kept leaving.
Away into the night.
Selfishly you went.
A destructible event.
A dark and cold slumber.
There was pain amounts in numbers.
These tears I've shared.
The hearts broken and in dispair.
You never knew.
To what my thoughts are true.
You don't know who I am.
Am I supposed to see all you do?
Who you are.
All these elapsed scars.
And still, we made it through.
All these things, and more.
So many covered up sores.
You never knew.
Though we chose not to speak of it.
That's just what we do.
The lasting stinch dances,
Dances around our sleeves.
Though it dances around so peacefully.
Who I am,
You never asked.
But, I never tell.
Shall I say goodbye
To what is passed?
Or rebuild what fell?