The sound of your voice
Like the bubbles from an ancient vintage
Rise and burst haply in my brain
But you are lying
Your fabrications though cottony soft
Still sink into my heart like a dagger
More sweet words
Spill out of your mouth
They hang on your lips
Like wild blackberry juice
Reminiscent of that long ago
Warm summer kiss
That made me think
That you were my King
I stare in disbelief
As you laugh and pack
How twice you professed love
While tossing the condoms
With no pretense into your bag
How deep the sorrow of parting
More sugary nonsense
As you take off your ring
Am I even still apart
Of this paint by numbers infidelity
How can it still hurt me so?
You are not worth
The death of my soul
I am a fool to cling so tightly
To the sweet memories
That you constantly defile
With your lies
You leave me with a graze
That masquerades as a touch
But the thing that makes
Me hate myself so much
Is that I live...
I live!
For that off handed touch
I hear your voice fade
And your fabrications though cottony soft
Still sink into my heart like a dagger
A contest entry
- Make me smile, make me cry, make me horny. . . . Anything goes by Childofserenity.
500 points, ended August 23, 2008, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
cAN YOU FEEL IT? wHAT ARE YOU FEELING?
Comments
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Very nice poem. you did a great job at telling the story. Thanks for entering.
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I did feel this, this hopelessness and need of the writer, it reminds me of Charlotte Bronte when she begged her teacher to write to her, a hopeless love or at least one sided. I'm more sympathetic to the writer than to the one written about. I feel the power in your words.
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