Guilt
Infects the air
Like anthrax and cyanide.
Halos and feathers
Make their crash-landing
At our trembling knees.
When
Lockets turn to chains
And I'm wrapped in a lovely shade
Of obsession
The last thing I want is to let go.
(But it seems to be
The first thing
On everyone else's minds.)
Bullets and wine
Are raining from the sky.
By the light of the setting sun, I stare
Watching my world fall to pieces around me.
Our love was always
Bitter
Sweet
But it gave me something to cry about.
(And you know I love that.)
I mean--
Not 'was'--
'Is'...
Your silence
Makes me tremble.
Betrayal burns beneath my skin
Like shrapnel in my bloodstream...
(So give me the fucking anesthesia)
Abstractions can only go so far
In a world that's falling apart
So right now, I'll say just what I mean
In words even plainer than
The clothes you wear.
"I love you.
And
I will worship you
Forever.
When I grow old
And memories fail
I'll always remember
What the color
Purple
Means to me."
Author notes
I'm sorry...
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well..... I did ask that you had no cussing in it.... and the f-word is defintaly no spring chicken.
besides the word... I did like this poem a lot.
Thanks for entering.
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Sorry!
I forgot that it was in there.
Dx
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Hmm...You like to use things like "shrapnel", "anesthesia", things in the sky, and "bitter sweet". Or at least recently you've had a thing for them.
Then there's "obsession" and "purple" but I know why you use those.
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*tries to psychoanalyze herself*
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Eh? 0-o
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xD
Don't worry about it.
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I loved this poem all the way throught the end... and then you said the last senhtence and confused the hell out of me....
What does the part: "I'll always remember what the color purple means to me." I read it over and the only thing that I can think it would me is that the person loved the other so much and was so obbsess that when she or he couldn't have the other that they suffocated them... having the last say over and having the last say in the matter.... Please tell me if I am wrong... this is such a great poem though... -
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Uhm...
It's just a color that characterizes the other person.
Interesting perspective, though.
You read into my writing too much.
I'm only skin-deep. xDD
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