you were just a mess of water-color backdrops
designed as an eye-catcher
with delicate silver stars
falling from second-string not-yet-blue skies.
I was stuck in the gutter,
in the dirty sand,
waiting for a printed sign
that I would be able to read,
hoping to see the words ‘hotel: vacant and free of charge’
I moved forward one tiny step,
but then stopped because
I saw the curl in your lips
and the flat dead look in your eyes
which was more than a numbing punch
to my already bruised hipbones.
you were my nine in the morning gin shot,
which helps me stay sane during the day,
blocking all thoughts of the time
you marooned me, and left me to freeze.
and it also relaxes my spine
so I follow you around,
without a thought in my head
for what will happen
when the alcohol wears off
and when I’ll finally notice
the intercostal cracks near the left side of my chest.
I was more breakable than the bubble-wrap
that you used instead of tape
to cover up the scars
resulting from the drunken cigarette burns.
you and I were mismatched jigsaw pieces,
not meant to be,
but a whisper coming from the strings
holding my heart in place
convinced me otherwise
and I decided,
against my better judgment
to continue to play your game.
It was a win-lose situation.
you won it all.
I lost more than just you.
designed as an eye-catcher
with delicate silver stars
falling from second-string not-yet-blue skies.
I was stuck in the gutter,
in the dirty sand,
waiting for a printed sign
that I would be able to read,
hoping to see the words ‘hotel: vacant and free of charge’
I moved forward one tiny step,
but then stopped because
I saw the curl in your lips
and the flat dead look in your eyes
which was more than a numbing punch
to my already bruised hipbones.
you were my nine in the morning gin shot,
which helps me stay sane during the day,
blocking all thoughts of the time
you marooned me, and left me to freeze.
and it also relaxes my spine
so I follow you around,
without a thought in my head
for what will happen
when the alcohol wears off
and when I’ll finally notice
the intercostal cracks near the left side of my chest.
I was more breakable than the bubble-wrap
that you used instead of tape
to cover up the scars
resulting from the drunken cigarette burns.
you and I were mismatched jigsaw pieces,
not meant to be,
but a whisper coming from the strings
holding my heart in place
convinced me otherwise
and I decided,
against my better judgment
to continue to play your game.
It was a win-lose situation.
you won it all.
I lost more than just you.
Author notes
mesmerized--x
words used (not in order): water-color, cigarette, hotel, sand, print, hip, tape, blue, delicate, spine, intercostal, star, maroon, curl, gutter, gin, nine, crack, string, silver, punch, numb, bubble, block
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A contest entry
- the way we fall. by aanika.
990 points, ended November 24, 2008, 22 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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mmm.
you give me hope for the fate of poetry.
thank you babeee.
i love you. -
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i just reread this
its poopie
but thats good.. right?
ahaa
loveyouu♥
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wow
the begining was amazing
like the first line
wow!
right
hhah
but good jopb
you are so amaizng
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nicely penned for the prompt . . liked "mismatched jigsaw pieces" and "a whisper from the strings holding my heart in place" . . good luck in the contest !!


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message me when this is done so I know to look at it.
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soo yaa i finished
dunno if you looked at it yet ot not :S
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