i am self-destruction
wrapped up in pretty pink paper,
checked ribbons and bows;
a present that no one wants to open
[nobody but you;; you used to sing to me
when i cried for days long gone]
and god, sometimes i think
wouldn't it just be perfect
if we could run away and
escape time differences and responsibilities,
all those things that've been itching at my skin,
those little bugs crawling through my veins?
in my mind we live in a dreamworld of confetti and candy,
willy wonka's chocolate castle dripping with colored hearts
that say oh, honey, i just love you
so. damn. much
but that isn't you, is it?
you're stuck in your so-called real world,
breaking promises and hearts
[be.mine? split in two,
crushed like broken bones on the ground]
while i'm lost in the cotton-candy clouds
that float above my house on blue-sky mornings like this one
[they're just water waiting to rain, you say;;
oh, love, why are you always walking away?]
goodbye is on the tip of my tongue
and your face is illuminated behind my eyes;
goodbye, so long to all our good times,
our midnight rendezvous in the park
and adventures to nowhere,
getting lost on the highway,
staring at the stars from the rusty swing-sets
on the playground of my old elementary school
[so small, so far gone,
but i am still falling].
so now i'll walk away with the pieces of my heart
concealed like mini-handguns under my shirt
and i'll steel my eyes on the sky;
i'll try so so hard not to look back
because i know you won't be looking for me.
and honey, i think you'll miss me;
not at first, maybe,
but it'll slowly gnaw at your insides,
twisting your organs, seeping blood,
leaving you with acid in your throat at night
and the ghostly sensation of my fingers tracing your collarbone.
but in this moment
my fingers are twitching in tandem with the spasms in my heart
and i just might grab your hand and drag you into my dreams
because we're at the starting line
of every mistake we'll ever make,
so why don't we break the rules?
let's run like hell and make it count,
just this once.
Author notes
i'm not ready to say goodbye to him
and drive those mind-numbing eleven hours up to missouri.
this is badly written but i'm thinking i was just venting so it doesn't have to be spectacular.
A contest entry
- TELL ME ABOUT IT..... by xwarriorXprincessx.
550 points, ended August 4, 2008, 52 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Whatever you want to say. Critiques, anything. :)
Comments
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wow.
so much agony. so much heartache. so much desire. so much bitterness.
it's so easy sometimes for us to lose ourselves in someone and then find it again when we least want to. we finally let go and suddenly we've started all over because we only thought that we let go.
this was an excellent write. so pure and heartfelt. i could feel the honesty and truth dripping from every line. i could feel that this is really your story.
i sympathize that u had to feel this way. i sincerely hope you feel better soon.
best wishes and take care dear.
best of luck! -
oh fuck.
baby, I am so sorry.
but damnit. You are so beautiful in the way you write. oh it just made my head spin and my heart bleed.
"oh, love, why are you always walking away?]
but in this moment
my fingers are twitching in tandem with the spasms in my heart
and i just might grab your hand and drag you into my dreams
because we're at the starting line
of every mistake we'll ever make,
so why don't we break the rules?
"
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Well, I thought it was very well written personally For a vent, it is certainly very poetic and I did indeed enjoy it muchly
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my fingers are twitching in tandem with the spasms in my heart
and i just might grab your hand and drag you into my dreams
because we're at the starting line
of every mistake we'll ever make,
wow that was perfect :|
& it hit so hard.
i love the way you write!
every line has so much imagery and so much pain...
it's incredible.
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