don't ask me (please)

Charlotte Griffiths - don't ask me (please)

i forget about you most days in big 

age of adult. things get easier 

like that. 

you don't bother me and 

a part of you knows i'm 

in another world 

entirely 

now and 

i don't think 

about missing 

you anymore

(that's how it goes 

isn't it? that's how 

the cookie 

crumbles 

apparently)

and this world 

goes 

on

(we all go

on).

i stop drinking and you take 

up my drug of choice on weekends 

because weekends seemed 

appropriate to you 

and i am 

no longer the same 

girl you 

knew at

all 

(i made sure of 

it) and eventually 

i cut all my hair off 

in the bathroom 

mirror because 

curls were 

never f*****g 

cheap and you 

think about proposing 

to your new life. 

sometimes 

people ask about you 

and i tell them 

that all the boys i 

loved sold 

out

somehow, 

i'm not too 

bothered with 

it. 

i still drink 

sometimes 

very rarely 

when 

there is no one else 

to run to and 

the cat isn't 

looking at me. 

sometimes it 

sits on my lap and i 

doze off but sometimes, 

when it's so late i 

can barely see the stairs 

or the letters i 

think about 

the boy i 

loved then, 

back before 

i knew what 

love was 

and i read the 

chapbook and 

i weep 

for what a fickle 

game love

is

(sometimes). 
- Charlotte Griffiths

first featured on mozello.com in 2019. 

Reviews

[Robert Trakofler]

I enjoyed your voice in this it flowed in a very natural conveyance I don't like to drink in front of my cat too he is very judgmental LOL! I like your statement back when you didn't know what love is. It's funny but I am still not sure what love is I can hold it, feel it, think it and I can even evoke it in my mind but I still can't really know it well enough to define maybe we can never truly define it:) Nice to read you Charlotte

[Charlotte e.e. Griffiths]

Thank you so much for giving it a read and for your kind words! These cats keep us in-line, I think! But yes, the hidden rhetoric in "what is love?" still gets me. If anything is certain, it is this uncertainty. Such fools we are! Thank you again for your words; always appreciate someone reflecting on my work.