He speaks of my childhood
As though it were something to be envied,
Shattering syllables as his tongue guides me back to times
I knew should have never opened themselves up to me.
You did this, and now you're doing it again.
I do remember when we played amongst the trees at Opemikon,
We were so naive to think it would always be so-
Sunshine and rainbows.
Sitting underneath the stars at two a.m,
We were so rebellious with our co-ed tent and torn pajamas.
Whistling raindrops as your tongue melded with my own and
You-
You became my first-
-
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Kiss.
Breaking barriers with your calloused teenage fingertips,
Everyone thought we were related.
I remember, I remember.
Laughter-
A foreign concept to me now, you stole it away.
Holding my closed door feelings for you in the palms of my
Akward fifteen year old hands, I worship you from afar. [Ten yards approximately.]
I believed you, and you believed [in] taking what you wanted.
I question why I don't appeal now.
Have I become dull and boring like summer camp?
You said we needed to let loose
[woohoo]
So we went to drown our underage sorrow [self pity?]
In that bar we stumbled on in Carp. Small town indecencies and
General indifference to our antics. You took me to the park.
I refuse to remember you anymore,
Do not stand before me, for I dig a shallow grave.
It resembles the dirt paths of the 401 off ramp where you
You-
You became my-
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Regret.
Most people use the word rapist, but we'll go with that.
Author notes
Frienemies.
A contest entry
- P.A.I.N Not just a word by Darkest Lover.
600 points, ended July 25, 2008, 13 entries
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From The Vault To Your Eye Sockets
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refuse to remember you anymore,
Do not stand before me, for I dig a shallow grave.
It resembles the dirt paths of the 401 off ramp where you
You-
You became my-
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Regret.
GENIUS. SHEER GENIUS.
Warmest,
Mylee
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.....amazing...20 gold cups, all the stars in the world....and tears and sighs on this side of the ocean...it is vivid..like I am there..even though i was never anywhere like this
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I'm gonna try to keep personal feelings aside as I critique this. It's really really good. Besides just being fully touching and beautiful, it's full of your quick wry cleverness, rooted in regrets and things awry, that you seem to always have. I like how it's softer, in tone in the beginning, and I always love a lament. From you, ugh... this is just so good. You don't know what it does to me. You're a REALLY good poet. Take more pride in your work, you so so so deserve it.
<3
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Exquisite in the detail of the memories. I envy your talent for description and analogies. I will say that I read the last line first, so the end did not come to me with such force as I'm sure it takes most people. It still knocked my breath out.
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