The stubborn exchange of slimy words and the shallow resistance of your hand in mine. To have and to hold, (until someone catches my eye) Keep me pinned to your wall, because it's easier to forget me when I hang around. She snaps a picture of me upside down, and I bang my eyes against the tweezers on the ceiling. There was nothing there for us was there? Nothing, ever, nothing.
Moth balls escape the closet, suffocating scents and a .38 mm staring you in the face. Fragile bones, mimicing your failure. You're getting at a cross road and the wind is whipping you in the face, your perfect hair flies up and you scream at the injustice that is life. Well how was I to know baby? That you were a fake just like they all say they aren't.
There was a time that I thought that maybe you were different. Where I sat in my room and invisioned us together, forever. How cliche, right? Wrong. Because my forever only lasted for 6 months, and then you ran off with a blond. (It was at this time that I stopped thinking, and hid my head in pillows) Now THAT'S cliche, isn't it?
Purple turtles escape my grasp and I listen with one ear to the birds that smack against your car window. They seemed happy before they hit, didn't they? I guess you could call me a bird then. [Because I sure as hell was happy before I fell onto the glass that was around your heart.] You had me when you said goodbye. When you let go of me, and took her in with your smiles, with your empty promises that I now know mean nothing. You had me when you let me go, and I wish I had the strength to move on.
Burnt cds and broken ipods with the serial numbers scratched off; sneaking into houses and stealing their dignity. (see I can take what you used to have) Snapped black bracelets and flannel pajama pants, your cold hand touching my back and filling me with flames. I longed to lie awake on your grass, for hours out of the day, just feeling you. Kiss my backwash and slash my tires, you revved up your engine and stauntered away, charging $5 for a parking spot in your heart. Well the price I paid was more then that, because when you walked away, you took all of me.
Author notes
ick. this is ick.
i don't even know why i attempted to write this.
ah well.
Tinkerbell-Or-Me.
:/
♥
A contest entry
- [crushcrushcrush] by whiterabbit..
450 points, ended August 12, 2007, 16 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
i lost my words when you walked away;
Comments
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Oh honey, you never cease to amaze me. This is so raw, such beautiful emotion. And it's written so brilliantly. I'm jealous. How dare you say this is "ick"!?!?!??! You are bewt-i-ful!
ily.♥
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This is not ick at all. I really like it a lot. This is so tragic and beautifully written. This can probably remind everyone of someone. I love the way you wrote this. Wonderful job.
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i like your writing style
and i am sorry this happened..
life has a lot of promise
but much more bullshit.
and after the bullshit takes over...
...all thats left are the "fucks."
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this is SO sad darling.
but it's definitely not "ick."
there was a lot of emotion coming through this. a lot of heartbreak and pain. the last stanza was the best of them all, because it realllly painted a picture of what that shitty relationship looked like.
the stanza about being cliche was aweeeesome & something all teenage writers in love (or something like it) can relate to... worrying about whether or not they would be laughing at themselves if they were someone else. it's a very real fear for a lot of people. & you tapped into that well. wonderfully descriptive.
overall, I enjoyed this... but it kind of crushed my spirit in a way. made me sad.
well done bby.
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