In the act of forgetting
my lips moaned your name,
and I remembered.
You reward ragged pain with kisses,
lips, like a mother’s, healing.
Suffering happily,
knowing the comfort you can bring.
I miss you like a childhood wound,
and ache for the battle prize –
earning a soothing touch, some time.
I cherish the webbing scars.
The touches of the present
are alien.
It’s not how it should be.
It wasn’t love.
But it was you
and it was good.
Author notes
This is the poem that I submitted as part of my portfolio. It's an updated version of my poem Not Yet a Regret. Please let me know what you think.
Please tell me what you think
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The poem is well written. It's vivid, simple and impressive.
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Thank you
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Don't revise it, it was amazing. I loved the way you wrote it, it had poignancy and beauty - great writing, my friend!
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Thank you so much!
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Part of your portfolio for what?
I think the ending is great.
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My creative writing portfolio. I have to do 2 a semester and this is the second one for this semester. Each one counts for half my module so they're very important. I have to write one poem, one story and a commentary on each. Thanks
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