one
two
thr..
I can’t do this.
the furthest I’ve ever gone without splitting my poor heart
in two is two rings and a half.
maybe if you picked up your phone on the first ring
I’d feel more wanted, more noticed,
and I wouldn’t get so discouraged. I wouldn’t fall to pieces.
two
three
fo..
four chambers in a human heart,
and you don’t even notice the irregular beating of mine,
I’m never going to understand how
you let me crawl on all fours for you
then just turn your back on me,
making me inch slowly across the rocky road
backwards.
three
four
fi..
I have only five fish left, I started off with twelve
and like my friends they are either dying
or leaving one by one.
really, you’ve made a mess before
but this time you’ve gone too far,
I’m not giving you a fifth chance
to hurt me again.
four
five
si..
six six six
repetition is your destruction.
and only the devil knows
just how many times you’ve tried
to sell your soul, and succeeded.
five
six
sev..
seven, my lucky number.
seven, the number of piercings
I have on my ears.
each little hole corresponds to each time
I left my heart in your hands,
and each time you held my hand and said sorry.
six
seven
eig..
third times a charm, not eight times as much harm.
but for you all that really mattered
was how much change you could shake out of me,
How many necklaces you could fit
around my neck,
as tight as a dog-collar
and never let me go.
seven
eight
ni..
alcohol shots and counting stars really don’t mix.
and after nine drinks
I couldn’t even remember
how many constellations we counted together,
just laying in the damp grass.
at nine pm the drinking began
and my memory relapsed straight into your arms.
eight
nine
te..
finally, double digits, the best years of your life.
on my tenth birthday my mom forgot about me at school,
I waited until six thirty in the rain,
and even the secretary got tired of waiting.
I’ve learned to hold myself up
and not trust anyone.
I’ve learned to keep a ten mile barrier around myself
so I don’t accidentally hurt somebody.
I’ve learned to not let anyone in,
and out.
I learned to count to ten
when I first learned to speak
because I always had ten reasons
to prove how unwanted I was.
eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen.
I can’t remember what comes next
but I think that the sun just stopped shining,
I think that I’m alone now.
sixteen.
I don’t think that life is for everyone
and it’s definitely not for me.
Author notes
"I never could break the chains. You had me in your never ever. When truthfully, I was your always and forever."
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I just think this is beautifully done. Wonderfully creative! Thanks for entering my contest. I'm honored to have you share your work here. Good luck!
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This definitely deserved silver.
This is amazing
So unusual and innovative.
I'm like in love with this poem
Seriously.
Shelly
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nice
love it
i thought that was really cleaver
hahah
and congrats
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'the furthest I’ve ever gone without splitting my poor heart in two is two rings and a half.'
I like how you used the two rings and a half to show the hesitance of wanting to talk to that person, how you want to be wanted.
This was a wonderful write. I love how you captured me in the very beggining.
Nice job, keep writing.
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nine to sixteen are FUCKING AMAZING.
like seriously like wow you've gotten so much better recently with grammar and flow and stuff it's amazinggggg.
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this is an amazing poem.
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thanks so much for the comment, and for the silver
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