The Legend by Doraliz A. Orengo Molina

You.

Me.

The knife in your hand.

My endless crying.

Your face saying I have to do it.

I don’t understand.

How could you do this?

Was it a hoax all this time?

I beg you, but you don’t listen nor care.

Then, I hear the knife in my body.

You held me like it was the first time.

You cry.

I screamed in a silent way.

You left me there lying down.

The last thing I heard was you saying sorry but it was too late—you had my blood in your hands.

The people said that after you killed me, you washed your hands.

And me?

I end up being forgotten and people will talk about me as if I was a legend made up for kids to always be good.

I was good, my only mistake was blindly giving you my heart.

Your love was a hoax that cost me everything.

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This poem belongs to my favorite collection of poems On the Way Home. This poem reflects the moment when the person you loved the most abandons you and leaves all the love shared in your hands. The worst thing is that after writing this poem, I was still in love with this person and I think that hurts the most. When I said, “You held me like it was the first time” it I’m referencing one of my other poems, “Maybe was the last time.” The inspiration for writing this poem came to me on my way to school, while I listened to “Hoax” by Taylor Swift.

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