I've never been good with numbers
But dates,
I remember all the things I know I shouldn't
April 25 was the first time I made love to you,
A boy in mans clothing that could
Sing me to sleep with his stories.
I wanted to be trapped inside that time forever,
But the winds changed and I boarded planes to come home.
This keyboard has never been so uninviting.
May fifth there were journal entries
About how 'cute' my laugh is, and how my body matches.
How you kept yourself entertained by doing *secret* things, while no one was watching.
I miss feeling alive, like I did then.
My skin doesn't feel as soft without your
Pale complexion wrapped around
My insecurities.
I'm sorry I can't control the time,
but I can control the memories.
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Comments
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Heartbreaking. Amazing. WOW. I am in awe and I've only read three poems. Your imagery here was stunning and your wording was even better.
"A boy in man's clothing that could
Sing me to sleep with his stories."
I love this.
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i love that line too (below).
...."A boy in mans clothing that could
Sing me to sleep with his stories."
-this here is also particularly lovely.
The physical shifting of the stanzas and loving reflection in the words..so cautiously remembering and beautifully human...
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So rich
" ... pale complexion wrapped around my insecurities ... "
... and so faithful.
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Isn't that something that everyone wants, to have a remote control to control the time. dang that'd be awesome. great write.
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