and there you were, singing to the trees and hating your reflection. I was standing in the middle of the road waiting for the streetlights to come on so I had an excuse to go home.
I swear,
that night I looked out of my dusty window at the moon
I imagined your face, your eyes were swollen and glowing like you'd cried for too long and i just wanted to
fix you.
your voice was soft as it travelled through cords and wires and you sounded so small.
you told me you were scared
that you loved me
that you saw yourself in my eyes and you could feel the blood struggling in your body to get to the places where my skin collided with yours. that your soul was fighting to get out because you just wernt enough for the both of us.
that you could still feel me after id already left and my scent was forever on your pillowcase.
and you were scared.
I confessed that i was addicted to the way you whispered my name like it was that by god or fate you stumbled across something sacred, that I was your sun, I was your secret. you were love and i could feel you in my bones.
two weeks later you were punching your stomach and throwing yourself down flights of stairs.
I couldnt breathe, i threw up in your backyard and started running.
then next day you told me you were sorry
you said it so many times that the words stopped sounding real.
my muscles tightened and that was the only time i ever imagined hurting you.
fist clenched, i spit at your feet and told you that i never looked back.
and i
never
looked
back.
Author notes
In going wherever you won't be.
bestkeptsecrt.
A contest entry
- journey by autarky.
900 points, ended November 21, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Wow.
Okay. this was seriously intense. Probably the most out of everything I've read by you so far. seriously.. woahh. Blows me away with every glance. so sweet and then so suddenly raw and abrupt... wow. All I seem to be able to say is wow.
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that guy sounds like a douche bag,
but as always your writing is amazing.
I guess I could say which lines I liked or what thoughts you expressed,
but this,
in an unbearably rare sort of way,
is a piece all to it's own, a story that I wouldn't censure
or seperate.
it's perfectly whole.
this is a single experiance
and I'm glad you shared,
(though I could beat him up no problem)
haha oh macho bullshit..
but it's true!
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it's amazing!!!!!!! it literally brought tears to my eyes. there's so much passion, in this piece. in a morbid way, but i relate to it, so many times the people i love hurt themselves, and you can't fix them, they have to fix thereselves. it's really good, and a little desolate but still REALLLLLLLY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD
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this is amazing
its like you put no effort in at all to makes the words sound pretty and nothing is forced you just sat down and started writting whatwas in your head and it was just naturaly poetic
thank you for this poem -
Holy cow! I thought I was going to read this wonderful love poem. But then...
nicely-written surprise at the end.
I do think, near the end, that it should 'spat' at your feet rather than 'spit' at your feet. Otherwise, nice job.
celtic queen -
Great poem. Lots of feeling. The guy turned into a real jerk.
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lol nice.!
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WOW!!!!!!!
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