My mistake, mistakes
Made with a flourish
Of the balanced arm.
A jabbing at keys
That stamped out spongy truths
And unlocked guarded pools
Of misery mingled with trust
Looks don’t matter
But appearances tend to deceive,
And I can’t trust words
I haven’t written myself.
The last time we talked,
Like we used to for hours,
Little bits of my life turned over,
Revealing a side of me he kept dormant
Shiny shells scattered
Along the sloping beach
Rolled gently back into the surf
From which he and I came,
Both of us dripping in salt and solitude
The most valuable part of me was
Draped over his shoulder
Careful not to drip blood on his neck
He didn’t even feel it
Where feelings are manufactured
Where I should have been.
I must have started whole
In the beginning
Tears are only wet
When they slide down dry cheeks.
My confidence,
My audience
Applauded so thoroughly as he
So kindly demonstrated
Potent betrayal
Did he know?
He left me watery silences
And uneven breathing
These words were never meant to see air
Like his feet were never meant to walk him away from me.
Author notes
Michael is the name of the guy I wrote this about. Enjoy.
A contest entry
- Dark Love Gone Bad by lordmalvok.
450 points, ended January 19, 2008, 9 entries
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Comments
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Wonderful. I thououghly enjoyed it.
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Geeezus... Goood grief. This is simply amazing. Best of luck to you in the contest.
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This was very well written and had me holding my breath as I read! You are very gifted with metaphor and a talented writer.
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