When I was transparent and used to fall in love
I'd slip between cool sheets,
Sleepy with too much food and drink
And we'd embrace.
Later, stretched out beside you,
I'd wonder why I never dreamed of weddings.
Had I really been there I might have been your everything.
Instead I was making myself up,
Out of movies and magazine ads,
Trying to fill an empty shell with perfection.
Had I really been there,
I might have let you possess me,
I might have seen myself in you,
Reflecting back,
Revealing my own love song
Sung deep and rich,
Had I really been there and been your everything.
Author notes
Marlene47
A contest entry
- What Hurts The Most by Ignis Corpus.
750 points, ended April 20, 2008, 58 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is wonderful, so full of youthful exploration and experimentation. I'm guessing you grew up during the turbulent 60's when finding a more perfect self meant more than the size of your paycheck. I look back on my first "loves" and realize that I was more concerned about my reaction than I was about them. Very nicely written with great imagery. Peace, Liz
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wow this poem just... it leaves me speech less. I don't know how to describe what I feel right now. This is amazing. Beautiful. Everything I could feel and more perfection yet given little information. I wish you the best of luck in this contest.
Beautifuldisasterxx -
The title really ties in with the last 3 lines. More than one person in this world has mistaken lust for love, myself included. Retrospective writing can be painful yet very cleansing. I hope this got off your chest and if it was fictional then it was a great portrayal of emotions.
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