here I am
skipping the pretty metaphor that tells you I miss you
when I'm next to you
I'm vulnerable
like ten years ago
listening to loud angry music I didn't relate to
desperate to look as if I had any fortitude at all
(vulnerable comfortable like my unwashed pillowcase)
you've colored in the space
between now and the me I used to be
(colored in Blue)
I'm not ashamed of growing up anymore
even as I'm still doing it
ironically
your presence eases stiffening guilt I feel for ever having made art for another girl
...
there always has been one girl
...
sometimes I wish I'd never picked up a pen before you
you being first would've been special
it's much better that
you're the last
still
there I go though
skipping the pretty metaphor
that tells you I miss you
Author notes
Written November 10th, 2003
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"you've colored in the space between now and the me I used to be"
Great line! I like the form and the flow. Very original, and the message is easy to relate to. Keep sharing your feelings, especially when they help others to see... -
"sometimes I wish I'd never picked up a pen before you
you being first would've been special"
These two lines capture the essence that is every relationship after the first, every love after the first. . . But it is NEW and different at the same time. . .
Wonderfully done, Brandon.
Ophelia -
This is amazing. YOU are amazing. I love how you convey your ideas in your poetry. Perfect.
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"your presence eases stiffening guilt I feel for ever having made art for another girl"
Damn. Wait. I wrote that, I think...
No, no, I've just thought it a THOUSAND times.
The wonderful thing about how you write is that it's real. No bother with nose-in-the-air ten dollar words for "poetry's sake".
I'm going to visit the jam tree tomorrow.
rock on.
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