Edge Of My Seat Poem by Casey Renee Kiser / snail viXen

When I first met you, you wrote me poems

Poems so embarrassing, your pen cringed to assist you
Poems that slaughtered my meat in your rose garden
Poems that would have insulted my soul if I still had one
Poems that, at least, gave me a reason to laugh
Poems that will no doubt be passed on to the next 'lucky girl'

Your words flowed like lava,
trapping me on an island
Of absolutely nothing and just a little less
than I ever dreamed of
because

You never wrote me anything
after you got to know me

Maybe I stayed
because you kept me on the edge of my seat,
wondering if you were capable of

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