2005.
when they first meet, she's snipping construction paper hearts, carving blue edges just right and acting too preoccupied to notice her own heart slipping in stilted waves through her ribcage.
the air is filled with lemon sparks, silver-glints and flower-dust, but she convinces herself that it's imaginary, that the day will dip into filmy darkness and when it's returned, all the things that shimmer will be gone and a void will be in their place.
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2008.
the basement air is filled with hot static, remnants of cinnamon-stick smiles and sugar-candle ash clinging to his skin. she makes awkward small talk, still caught in broken strides.
the dark-framed moments between then and now don't seem to stick to her. she's tangled in cobweb ribbons and force-feeding paperthin words to herself so her hopes will choke to death. he burrows in between her fingers, trying to make the warm spaces his permanent home, but she whispers winter-brushed worries and takes a step away.
"I will love you until the day I die," he crosses his heart in haphazard stitching, clasping her hand anyway.
her only reply is a low flattered sound deep in her throat. dozens of peppermint-chip love stories perch on her tongue, but she refuses to grant them breath.
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2009.
he folds into himself, making creases at odd angles and trying to keep his tears from leaking out where she could see.
the back hall is crowded with heat pockets and lost breaths. he leans towards her, brushing his face against her hair and cautiously touching his lips to her cheek.
somehow, something changes.
somehow she understands.
"you missed," she says softly.
when they first meet, she's snipping construction paper hearts, carving blue edges just right and acting too preoccupied to notice her own heart slipping in stilted waves through her ribcage.
the air is filled with lemon sparks, silver-glints and flower-dust, but she convinces herself that it's imaginary, that the day will dip into filmy darkness and when it's returned, all the things that shimmer will be gone and a void will be in their place.
.
2008.
the basement air is filled with hot static, remnants of cinnamon-stick smiles and sugar-candle ash clinging to his skin. she makes awkward small talk, still caught in broken strides.
the dark-framed moments between then and now don't seem to stick to her. she's tangled in cobweb ribbons and force-feeding paperthin words to herself so her hopes will choke to death. he burrows in between her fingers, trying to make the warm spaces his permanent home, but she whispers winter-brushed worries and takes a step away.
"I will love you until the day I die," he crosses his heart in haphazard stitching, clasping her hand anyway.
her only reply is a low flattered sound deep in her throat. dozens of peppermint-chip love stories perch on her tongue, but she refuses to grant them breath.
.
2009.
he folds into himself, making creases at odd angles and trying to keep his tears from leaking out where she could see.
the back hall is crowded with heat pockets and lost breaths. he leans towards her, brushing his face against her hair and cautiously touching his lips to her cheek.
somehow, something changes.
somehow she understands.
"you missed," she says softly.
Author notes
b r o k e n - c o l o u r s
wrote this to get my feelings out because of a certain someone and a certain March 1 happening.
A contest entry
- in celebration of my one year on AP! :) by etoile.
2250 points, ended April 29, 35 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - 1 year baby!!! - AP Anniversary by lowercase prelude.
800 points, ended March 27, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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this is beautiful. I love all the imagery and the way you wrote this with such emotion. the entire story ilne is wonderful. the ending is so unbelievably powerful and so heart-breaking.
goodluck and thanks for entering
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Not going to lie. This was a good piece of prose poetry. The entrance was a little rough but the rest was silk, babe!


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I dont know where to start.. It just grabbed me in, the whole thing was amazing.. I was reading it... and feeling it.. Which is a difficult thing to make me do... So well done you. Normally i can read poems and sort of connect with the emotion but reading that, well i think it actually pulled at the heart strings!
The wave of sadness, the utter intenseness of the poem.. You deserve more than one gold hun x

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Oh my this is by far the most descriptive and flat-out best poem I have read in awhile. You have some mad-mad talent my friend--the way you string your words together by using candy-esque descriptions and adjectives is almost breath-taking. I was hooked from top to bottom.
AND-AND-I love the ending, its gorgeous, gurl!
Rachael

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what happened darling?
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what can i say other than AMAZING
congrats on gold


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This is beautiful. Perfect conclusion. Perfect structure, perfect words. Perfect perfect perfect You're amazing!
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ichigosama
this is amazing. the flow and tone of this poem is high and the imagery is intense.it's very good to write out how you feel; at least you're not bottling it up inside. great job and thanks for entering!!!! -
Ohmyloooorrd.
This was so, so stunning.
There's this huge black cloud filled with sadness that hovers over this entire piece, and it makes it so effing beautiful.
The imagery, the tone, the wording.. Just wow.
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I love this, loved and adored this piece of writing. At some parts I felt like this was really haunting sense to it, then at some parts I felt like this was just indeed playful and loving.
I loved all these mixtures into one write and you made something beautiful.
"I will love you until the day I die," he crosses his heart in haphazard stitching, clasping her hand anyway.
Oh my gosh, stunning.

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i love this
i think that you did a wonderful jopb actually like
writting this
and make it work
lovely
and it started off so well
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OMG
This is AMAZINGLY BEAUTIFUL!!
My Cousin has some serious Talents!!
Great job hun!!!

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Aww. That's beautiful. Seriously beautiful.
And once again I wish I could have a favourite POEMS list as well as a favourite AUTHORS... lol. -
this is amazing. you have incredible metaphors and imagery.
i think it's cool how the story skips from '05 to '08 without missing a beat.
'the back hall is crowded with heat pockets and lost breaths. he leans towards her, brushing his face against her hair and cautiously touching his lips to her cheek.'
i can see this perfectly.
beautiful, great job & good luck.

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Ahhh I love it^-^
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ugh, this is for this contest!?!?!
i automatically fail.
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this is so good.
omg.
you need to write prose more often.
seriously.
I LOVEEEEE 2008.
it's my fave.
this is beautiful.
ugh, I wish I could write like this.

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