When you told me you had found someone else
I said “Okay.”
Because I found her lipstick here
The other day,

What I don’t understand, however,
Is why you thought I wouldn’t notice
Her shadows on the sheets
After you had been together,

When you told me you did not love me anymore
I said “Fine.”
Because it had been on the way
For a while,

What I don’t understand, however,
Is how our veins had been woven
Throughout our lives
And now were frayed forever,

And so when you told me you were leaving
I said “Go.”
Because you had hurt more
Than you ever could have known.

(c) Copyright 2016 Hazel MacMahon

“I am nineteen years old for Dublin, Ireland. I began writing poetry at age thirteen and since then I have been highly commended twice and shortlisted once in National Student Poetry Competitions. I have also been published twice in White Ash Literary Magazine. I currently write humorous and serious articles for a few well known Irish websites but poetry is my haven, it allows me to explore and dissect my thoughts more than any other form of writing.” – Hazel