Closure Never Comes Fast Enough

Cracked lips, bleeding gums,

Devilish grins, dishonest tongues

Hushed whispers, desperate wishes,

Despising lovers, meaningless kisses

Wait another day, maybe two more,

But still, he’ll walk on out the door

Knees buckled, a heart dropped,

Crumpled in the corner waiting for rain to stop

Bruised knees and battered hips,

Comforting words through lying lips

Wiped away chances, smudged, blackened tears,

Throwing your love away after three whole years

A heart shatters into splinters and fragments,

Tripping over your tongue but still remaining stagnant

An overwhelming silence in the dead of night,

Trying to speak but there’s not a breath left to fight

So this is it: what is supposed to be the sweetest, final hour,

A bit of closure, yet it still tastes sour

Dominique Kendus is a 9th grader living in Wilmington, DE with her twin sister. She loves to write poetry and listen to music, as well as play soccer with her sister.