Seven thousand times I've tried
forgetting every single lie
casually tossed my way,
and I keep tripping over all the small things,
your muddy boots at the door
and wrinkled shirts on my floor
that smell like grease and something bittersweet,
nothing ever escapes my feet
when I pace these quiet rooms.
Today I bruised my knee
falling over the rusty toolbox
still sitting by the kitchen sink.
You left everything you didn't need,
including me.
A contest entry
- There is poetry in a dirty pair of socks... by CrystalLizard.
875 points, ended April 16, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Great images & lines; I especially love "...I've tried / forgetting every single lie / casually tossed my way" and "smell like grease and something bittersweet." The last line is painful, but a great closer. Thank you for your entry, and good luck!
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