Cheerio

It’s funny to me
how quickly I became
so appealing to you…

And then just as fast…

I became as unsatisfying
as a lonely, soggy cheerio
in a bowl of old, spoiled milk.

September 11, 2020October 22, 2022 by Anonymously Hal Categories: My PoetryTags: Cereal, Friends, fuck, love, Used, You 15 Comments

15 thoughts on “Cheerio”

Great image. Very relatable.

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Anonymously Hal says:

Sep 11, 2020 at 2:59 pm

Thank you ❤️

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- bejamin4 says:
  
  Sep 11, 2020 at 3:28 pm
  
  Welcome 🙂
  
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I love the imagery at the end. Great piece. 👌🏽💯

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Anonymously Hal says:

Sep 12, 2020 at 4:07 pm

Thank you!!

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Your writing is so beautiful, Hal 💙💙
I know that feeling hurts so much. But genuine people will always make sure to recognize and empower you. Lots of hugs coming your way 🤗🤗🤗

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Anonymously Hal says:

Sep 11, 2020 at 6:26 pm

Thank you ❤️❤️❤️❤️ Hugs coming back at you Wardah!!! 🙂❤️

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- wardah says:
  
  Sep 11, 2020 at 7:47 pm
  
  ❤❤❤ Take care!!
  
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I’m starting to drift and float further and further out, until something reminds me I’m still in the frickin bowl.

So just lately, as I find myself embracing my restless inner cheerio, it’s really just always being in someone else’s stale, swampy milk that I object to.

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