I dragged my battered robe behind me
(the one I cried into when you never came home).
And I followed her into the neon billboard landscape
that she painted on my ivory bones.
That she promised would fulfill my glamorous dreams.
But she let go of my hand as I fell...
Now all I can remember are dirty flashing vacancy signs
on cheap hotels I stayed in after 2 am... on my short-lived
journey to the end of my life.
I landed on white pristine sheets full of
grayscale wishes of recovery.
But... I don't
dream of normality.
***but... if you and the willpower to become this
way... you should have the willpower to change***
But all I could do was smile as my life,
my drug,
my addiction, was forcefed to me like her
glamerous lies... forced down my throat as I
vomited smiles, promises... lies.
And you shook me when you found
me sprawled on grimy tiles. Finally
smiling.
"Damnit... Don't you remember when
we agreed beauty wasn't worth this
pain?"
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her=ana.
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And I followed her into the neon billboard landscape
that she painted on my ivory bones.
That she promised would fulfill my glamorous dreams.
But she let go of my hand as I fell...
powerful.
amazing.
love you. -
good poem, its honest. I love this stanza:
I landed on white pristine sheets full of
grayscale wishes of recovery.
But... I don't
dream of normality.
great job, it had been a while since you'd written something on AP,
Welcome Back!
-Jordi -
A great beginning, grabs the interest of the reader. I really enjoyed this part:
"Now all I can remember are dirty flashing vacancy signs
on cheap hotels I stayed in after 2 am... on my short-lived
journey to the end of my life"
--"short-lived" was used superbly. I really liked the ending AS well
only thing...
"if you and the willpower to become"
--maybe it's just a typo for "too" 'cause then it'd work ... otherwise I don't get this.
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