you were never
abusive when
you were drunk
and I loved
you anyways
and people
told me you
were such a
pleasant man.
they never
said these things
when it was
3 a.m. and
I was leaning
on the bathroom
wall and
not sleeping
since my
body was
creaking under
the floor
boards.
I would
prop up
on my elbows
and watch the
wind blow
through the
screen door
and wonder if
I should
close it
in case it
rained.
but always
it was too
late and
you would
scrape across
the kitchen
bitching about
the lighting
being bad.
I would
laugh and
stand up small-
like
because your
eyes were
red-rimmed
emerald
and you had
never looked
all that
good in green.
you would
scream and
and barely miss
me. but I'd
always let
you kiss me.
but I'd
always let
you kiss me
in the morning.
Author notes
happy valentine's day
A contest entry
- emerald by Saffron.
700 points, ended March 3, 2008, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I must tell you, I got shivers when I read this. I have read it several times since you first posted this, and each time it left me with a dark feeling, lost, alone (or wishing to be alone).
This is really, really good--I love it. Thank you for writing this and entering it in my contest, and for sharing your talent, once again.
Saffron
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Yes, fantastic. You always incorporate so much power and emotion into your poem. A very great write. Happy (belated) Valentine's day to you too
Good luck in the contest.
- namita
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thanks. I should work on being more festive.
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fantastic.
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super scary.
ahh. shivers, honest.
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your ending was wonderful. you entire poem was, really.
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