NaPoWriMo Day 8

(Today’s poem is a surprise sequel to my magnum opus (ha!) “Dear Ms Pacman“)

I never gave you enough credit.
I poured my soul out on Reddit
I always thought it,
But I never said it:

Dear Ms Pacman, I love you.
And I’m sorry.

In the near perfect pie chart of our love
There was always a piece missing;
A missing slice, an open wound;
A hole that you could never fill,
So I became addicted to fruit and pills.
I began to chase ghosts
And run from the past
So I guess, overall, I was kind of an ass.

Dear Ms Pacman, I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for ghosting you,
I treated you like you were a game,
You were supposed to be cherished
But instead I won you then threw you away,
Like something I could come back to i
If I had the time,
But now you’ve left and
There’s no changing your mind.

Dear Ms Pacman, I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for treating love
Like something you can get a high score in.
You deserved so much more than me
But I wouldn’t set you free because
I was determined I could make you happy
And kept you beside me,
Tied in an emotional Gordian knot
Until you cut yourself free.
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Dear Ms Pacman,
I’m sorry.

@ Emilie C.Black, 2020