You walked away
well...more like stomped out of my life.
It's like you were trying to make a statement.
You couldn't just quietly excuse yourself from the room
No, not you.
Instead you took a gavel and started pounding it on the walls of my heart, demanding I acknowledge you were leaving.
I don't think you understood how weakened those walls were
Because shortly after you left, they crumbled,
becoming nothing more than dust and debris on the floor.
And I keep holding onto the precious saying, 'time fixes everything,'
because I so badly need it to sweep up this mess you've made.
Eventually other events will pile on top of you
And one day the bag will be full enough I'll be forced to take it out.
You will cease to exist in any form within me.
Even though I don't really want that to happen,
it's not like you've left me a plethera of choices.
So I'll stare out my window, waiting for you to come back,
Watching the seasons change, flowers growing, blooming, fading, dying,
until I forget what I was doing there in the first place.
I guess that means I will have forgotten about you.
And I could question whether this was worth it all in the first place,
but I don't have room left for anymore hypothetical situations.
You've given me enough real ones to handle at the moment.
Author notes
NoMoreMasquerading
A contest entry
- contemporary emotional personal poetry♥ by etoile.
575 points, ended October 19, 2008, 46 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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wow this was great. it fit all the requirements for my contest
Instead you took a gavel and started pounding it on the walls of my heart, demanding I acknowledge you were leaving.
I don't think you understood how weakened those walls were
Because shortly after you left, they crumbled,
becoming nothing more than dust and debris on the floor.
And I keep holing onto the precious saying, 'time fixes everything,'
because I so badly need it to sweep up this mess you've made.
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that was AMAZING. but 'holing' should be holding.
the imagery and emotions were written so well in this piece.
the ending was also brilliant.
thanks for entering and goodluck
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And I keep holing onto the precious saying, 'time fixes everything,'
because I so badly need it to sweep up this mess you've made.
so true, so well-written.
this piece was awesome
good luck in the contest!
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