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Nightly Reminders

You've stopped talking now,
to finally make it stick.
I feel though that
"I'm done"
is something i can't understand.
I watched her move
her hands in my place-
watched the space
between us grow
little by little,
every inch.
So close,
but can't touch.

I can't sleep,
I just want to sleep.
Now the song keeps playing,
"I fear I might break"
Oh if I can hold
this searing back,
survive the burn until
February.
Those Two Days In February.
No, not another song!
" I don't think that
I've confessed everything
I feel".

Why am I rooted to this bed,
to this town,
to this moment,
when you are so free to grow?
I feel as though my
branches have withered.
So sallow now, with flat eyes
like the walking dead.
I don't want to die,
just to sleep
and hold you again.
But I can't move,
and you're too fast.
I'll never keep up.

Author notes

The first guy I ever truly loved... and i still do- not the same way as i did, and i've moved on, but i'll always care.

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  • pantress silver member
    March 7, 2008

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    This was really good, I could relate easily to this poem. Don't we all have one of those lost loves. Though on second thought, at least we had one of those lost loves, some never know what love feels like.... I am saddened with that thought..and the saying "better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all" comes too mind. Congradulations on your well deserved bronze.


  • BellaD
    February 15, 2008

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    Great poem!

    I love it. You've captured the emotion but have done so subtly. Well done and good luck in the contest though you won't need any luck.

  • OurxBeginning
    February 11, 2008

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    Wow, this is really sad. I hope things get better for you soon. The emotion is very seering. Good luck in the contest.


  • Girl With Guitar silver member
    February 11, 2008

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    "Why am I rooted to this bed,
    to this town,
    to this moment,
    when you are so free to grow?" -- Oh HELL yes. Perfection!!

    Thank you for the entry, first and foremost. Secondly, this is exactly what I was hoping for with the teenage option. And you also happened to describe the freaking reason I made this contest!! Brilliant work dear.

    ♥Tomorrow