Those were the sticky mornings when you woke up glued to the wall, with the fan brushing over your dripping shoulder blades and doing nothing but moving the sweat drops around.
You'd stagger down the stairwell and into the cool kitchen below, that smelt of hot coffee and burnt sunshine.
The scent of the river would float in from the open doorway and somewhere down the road
there would be the soft sound of a morning guitar being strung;;
quietly, slowly.
and I breathed you in as you collapsed in my lungs,
and my morning perfume would engulf you,
smothering your perfect aura with lilacs and lipstick;;
and I pretended to forget about you,
while I sat there, needing you more then you could ever know.
The broken walls were plastered with regrets and promises we never intended to keep,
and the hearts were scribbled in sharpies on the ceiling,
the flourescent bulb dangling overhead and a pair of dirty feet swinging off of the side of the desk drawer which was stuffed full of half-finished stories and love notes.
And I wasted all of my words on you, (but you never knew, did you? That I didn't mind a bit)
because you were always my happy ending. my ten thousand. my night sky.
you were always everything I wanted, my happy thought, my mistake that I could never, ever regret.
We were always going, going, going, and never getting anywhere,
and we had tons of good memories with old friends,
and bits and pieces of ourselves tucked into new friends,
but somehow we always had eachother.
You stole a part of me that no one else can ever have and locked it away in your ceiling,
and some nights when your eyelids were shut tight and you were gripping the pillow in your nightmare state::
I'd press my palms against the cool white, and try to claw myself in your private world,
The one you never seemed to let me into when you were awake.
You never cared about the cracks in the sidewalk,
[[apparantly your mothers back wasn't a priority to you]]
while I tiptoed around the edge of every little break in the concrete,
holding my breath when my heel brushed the edge of a line.
And you laughed at everything I said wrong,
and made sure I knew how lucky you were to have me.
I could never argue away that;;
We spent days on the phone, falling asleep after hours of nonesense babble, and we'd wake up to realize that we were both sleeping with our heads smushed into the plastic.
[There was always something about waking up to your breathing that made me dizzy.]
So we got to that crossroad;; and we peered over the edge,
squinting our eyes and crying onto soggy grass, dripping with left over easter egg plaster.
And when we decided to let go;; [youyouyou] still held all of the memories in your heart,
and the moment you looked at me, you let them go with your eyes.
And I stood there, waiting for you to come and give me back the pieces of me from your ceiling,
but you never came. And I stared down the bleary road, holding out my empty hands and shaking my tears onto the street.
[&&Ifyouneedtocrashandburnyouarenotalone]
Author notes
It might not be over?
idk. bbyyy! ily.
[tinkerbell-or-me]
In a list
A contest entry
- PROSE ♥ by She Stole My Voice.
450 points, ended June 29, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - [pre-write round 1] by Mildew in PinK tile.
450 points, ended November 29, 2007, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
love me love me (saythatyouloveme)
Comments
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i keep rereading it to...
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I keep re reading this poem everytime I hurt, I know I'm not alone.Thanks.
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<3 you are so welcome. i don't think we've ever talked, but i just wanted to thank you for your random comments on my poems every once in awhile(: <3
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this has always been one of my favorites by you hehe its on my author page! had such a beautiful almost new orleans feel to it.. awesome imagery bby! <3 thank you for enterinnng!
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wow this is good
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wow very touching i like this a lot and i will look forward to reading more of your poems i enjoyed this a lot a lot keep up the good writes
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i'm ussually pretty clever with these...but i can't think of much right now...that was just beautiful...i really like the way you express yourself...excellent write
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wow, the way you express how you feel is wonderful, and I love the words you use to do it. This really touched me when I read it I think because it is so intimate. All the details you use really help put the reader in your shoes. This is probably one of my favorite emotional/relationship/memory poems I've read, thank you so uch for sharing!
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Well, it made *me* cry, so it's got my vote. Must be a very powerful read. Lovely use of imagery by the way.
Well done!
J xxx
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This reads as a beuatiful love story. I like the use of the house and its details in description of the building of the relationship. This is effective. Comes across as an intimate peice of work.
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Congratulations on the silver trophy. I liked this piece very much. It's quite simple for the reader to relate this to his or her own life, for who of us hasn't experienced a love like that? Also, it's good that your piece did not fit the cliche love poem mold. Writing a truly original love poem is becoming more and more difficult, but yours stands out. Good job and thanks for sharing. (And I love that song! "So I cried... and I begged for you to love me, love me. Say that you love meeee. Oh I can't care about anything but you!")
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WOW!
This was amazing i could feel every word of this!
You have done a wonderful job of sucking this reader into your world ..or am i at that place already ..?
Just wow!
~Lisa~
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This is amazing.I loved the way you described each and every bit of event that meant something to you.Kinda makes me sad about my situation.I'm lost for words, you brought tears to my eyes and am definitel gonna bookmark this.
It will always remind me of me.
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"and I breathed you in as you collapsed in my lungs,
and my morning perfume would engulf you,
smothering your perfect aura with lilacs and lipstick;;
and I pretended to forget about you,
while I sat there, needing you more then you could ever know.
The broken walls were plastered with regrets and promises we never intended to keep,"
Oh my gawwwwd.
This is beautiful. [just like you,-- thats pretty damn beautiful.]
I love you too ♥
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wow this poem is so lovely yet sad at the same time. You descriptions are wonderful and unique. Good job!
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oh whoa whoaaaaa whoa..
this was OHMYGOSHNESSS.
"You'd stagger down the stairwell and into the cool kitchen below, that smelt of hot coffee and burnt sunshine"
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"And you laughed at everything I said wrong,
and made sure I knew how lucky you were to have me.
I could never argue away that;;"
& just wow the overall emotion i got from this made my heart trip the fuck out. oh hunnnnieeee i love this.. its soo sad but OMG i've been there & you know if it was really that beautiful of a connection its NEVER over. trust me.
♥
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'The broken walls were plastered with regrets and promises we never intended to keep,
and the hearts were scribbled in sharpies on the ceiling,
the flourescent bulb dangling overhead and a pair of dirty feet swinging off of the side of the desk drawer which was stuffed full of half-finished stories and love notes.'
wow. babydoll. this is is amazing. i really love sweetie
&&ily
♥
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