The park sprawls wide before me,
Grass scorched brown by summer heat
Burns and scratches at my feet.
Memories unwinding through my mind,
Twisting like ribbons in my hair.
Scrapped young skin and grass stained skirts,
I never could keep my legs under me.
Fleeting elation, and painful frustration
The first time I reached the very top
And then fell straight out of the tree.
The earth here tastes like salt today,
Or maybe I just caught it on the wind.
It's soaked up thousands of bloody knees,
Tears from the first time you broke up with me.
Dirt drenched with pain from six til seventeen.
I broke my arm where you broke my heart,
But both time has long since healed.
I sit on the swing, while you cross the bridge.
Changed and the same, I think we both still feel
Rooted here like the trees you first spread my thighs under.
In the years to come a million strangers will see our names.
The curve and twist of letters mimicking ancient paths,
Scarring the flesh of the table where they're carved.
The one that used to leave splinters in my fingers
Years before you left them on my heart.
Author notes
Written for my Creative Writing class at Uni. Fiction based in a real place and on various real events.
Please tell me what you think
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Tear.
Fucking gorgeous as always babe!!
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Well done...bravo
Creative and honest
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The poem is well done. The story is well told. I enjoyed it very much. Broken hearts suck.
Mike
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I can identify with pain full frustration. Also I think we both stay rooted. Them two lines are awsome. Wonderful flow of words, And it was a pleasure to read your poem
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Excellent. This was really very moving, I loved it.
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Thank you so much!
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