You can't help it, you say. You tell me you'd rather your last memory be one of me peaceful and serene in repose, rather than one of me banshee-like and spitting curses. You plead your case in minimalist fashion, and the way it reads is more like a teenage drama suicide note.
"I love you, I loved you. I just can't take it."
Your emotion filled with potholes, your grammar and spelling just as flawed. The bed is cold on your side now, not that you were any warmer. And as I sit, watching a vibrantly hued sun rise on my now fully monochromatic world, I wonder.
Have you yet realized that you were driven away on purpose?
Author notes
A contest entry
- in celebration of my one year on AP! :) by etoile.
2250 points, ended April 29, 35 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I love the imagery in this. the second paragraph is my favourite part. I loved it. this is an amazing poem.
goodluck and thanks for entering my contest
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