These words keep surfacing
from my caterpillar filled stomach
to my throat
and they are burning,
fire starting, flame producing,
to be pronounced,
to be heard!
But I am only mirroring you
and your absence of words
How it shakes me more than hearing you speak
How you keep your thoughts from me,
to probably not say, this we engage means nothing,
anymore, like it did,
or did it?
and if it once did,
It was a long time ago.
Never to be repeated again.
But I won't.
Shhhhh!
I'll keep it a secret.
Can you keep a secret?
I'm dying to tell!
I'm dying to tell you!
I'll give it away!
I want to give it away.
Shhhhh!
And my lips, they speak with yours
and they tell you
No!
they scream it down your tonsils
and my hands, they pull you closer
as you move farther
and your cologne is rubbing off of you and onto me
the smell will haunt me when you leave again.
What was I suppose to do?
Beg you to stay?
No I couldn't do that, no I couldn't
And even if I had, it wouldn't have changed anything
That I know for certain.
I know I should let go, I should.
But I haven't.
This time when you leave, will it be for good
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Sad and Intense
"Until I let you go, oh I didn't know, you were never mine, you were never mine at all!" -mewithoutYou
This is hard to read, not for the language but for the sadness. It's a feeling I'm too familiar with, and "caterpillar-filled stomach" sounds awkward at first, but if it's the same feeling I'm familiar with, then it's just perfect.
"They scream it down your tonsils"
That's an intense line. That worked me up and gave me new energy (however sad and negative) while reading this.
By the way, might want a question mark on the end. This was an intense poem, and were it not for the sentiment I would say it with a smile on my face. I'm sorry that life is so tortured and difficult, and that people make it worse. Thanks for letting me read.
-Levi
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