To The Star Football Player, Love The Band Geek by Monica Barry

Lighting up my phone with an ominous glow

Your name taking up pixels it doesn’t deserve

Leaving me to contemplate wasting precious seconds of my life

Responding to someone that couldn’t care less

Maybe it’s time for some good old-fashioned revenge


to exact punishment or expiation for a wrong on behalf of,

especially in a resentful or vindictive spirit

I sit here at Meadowlands Lawn

With so much emotional baggage that I am utterly exhausted

Revenge. You. Sound pretty good right now.

We used to sit in the city by the name of Los Angeles

Spending every moment in each other’s presence

You. Sucking the love out of me like the leech that you have become.

Clueless & cruel

The cotton of our shirts mingling as I slept in your arms


You belong with the earthworms, Lumbricus,

Slugging your way through the mud and muck I step in daily

Yet you have this hold on me

Where I cannot let you go.

So I send the text.

Resume the contact,

And begin cycle three of the never ending hell-hole that is our relationship

Knowing damn well that

I’ll end up with a bleeding heart

To the star football player, love the band geek