she will cradle in her arms
a caramel colored angel ;
God sent
to make her repent
her fickle ways and
past mistakes that degraded
her stronger mind.
she will place her hand against
velveteen new skin
she created through
love and recklessness
and be filled with the glow
of a life altering meaning
outside of herself.
we talked of these days coming
in our distant futures
as we laid amongst blankets
on the floor, tears staining
freshman eyes at the thought
of being apart
, the epitome of best friends
sisters
same olds,
yet this future has come too soon
for her and maybe never at all
for me.
he will let me leave
;I will jump ship in the attempt
to swim to shore before
my chest implodes
and I drown in the
sugary scented waters
I braved for such a
long time before.
I will speak the truth,
that he has not changed
and has not learned
that I am capable
, maybe deserving,
of being loved.
I will tear at my own secures
and watch my skin unravel
and rearrange because
I am deranged
and a pure glutton for pain
even though I know
it’s all the same.
months have ticked by
and I’m alone
and my world is morphing
at lightning speed
,altering faster than my hands
can clutch the moments
to make them stay stationary.
I am dizzied and lost
between the pages of
paper back affairs
about rough lives
with sun shining at the end.
and I’ve given up on fairy tales
and heart beats clicking into proper place.
[what else is there?]
Author notes
This is bad. But I need to empty my head.
Everything is wrong.
And there is nothing that I can do to make it right.
This is not what I intended...
Comments
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Wow, you are such a liar...
The poem is good. What I almost failed to realize recently is that not everything I write can be a cult classic. Unlike songs, one can write multiple poems on a topic in an attempt to walk the proverbial path to "solution." Ok, so it won't necessarily be a solution to the problems expressed but it's a guaranteed way to manipulate the situation with the use of words. This is probably why I continue to write poetry. I do so it an attempt to have control over any given situation. I would like to say the same for everyone else but as aforementioned, I hate to speak for others. -
to swim to shore before
my chest implodes
and I drown in the
sugary scented waters
I braved for such a
long time before. --- take me there. this filled with beauty. tragically real. i've been trying to find a way to explain the drowning sensation for so long but this works much better than what i've been able to put together.
that I am capable
, maybe deserving,
of being loved. --- of course you are.
I am dizzied and lost
between the pages of
paper back affairs --- stunningly gorgeous -
Darling.
I love this
almost as much as I love you.
♥
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