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do you hate the way I say your name in a vacant manner, like you never existed?

I once found your promises humorous,
possibly even endearing.

now they are pearls shattering on
cold tiles.

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you pounded on my door
and that futile stench of regret
lingered over your stale lips.

‘we can be us again.’

you said as if I cared.

I slammed the door,
making sure that you understood
I didn’t want this anymore.

the sky turned from lilac to cobalt and
I let frost take my toes.

[I tried to amputate my fingers,
but the embers proved me to be a coward.]

.

‘Caitlin!’ you yelled as if your heart
was about to run away.

I set my eyes on the road
and felt the hard stamp of my
foot in the slippery mud.

I was determined to forget you.

‘Caitlin!  Caitlin, wait!’

I turned, anger castrating my throat.

what?  what could you
possibly want now?’

‘you’

I laughed,
cyanide cynicism ripping at your face.

curtly, I told you what I thought of this
revolution.

‘have fun with that’




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  • This is great! i loved the whole thing.
    cyanide cynicism
    ^ i can't get this out of my head, lol.
    ‘have fun with that’
    i love your endings.

    amazing poem. thanks for the read.

  • I like this and if it's based on truth, it's good because I can relate. If my ex came bumbling over saying we should try again, I'd ignore him much the same, perhaps even hurt him hard. I love the ending though, it's so real and yeah, I think that he definately deserved it if he was the one to make it break the first time. After all, he broke you and now he wants it back? No way, it doesn't work that way, Mr.


  • coversheet
    May 23

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    Whoa this is good. There's some amazing imagery

    "cyanide cynicism ripping at your face."
    "and that futile stench of regret
    lingered over your stale lips."

    those were my favorites. excellent poem and good luck in the contest.

  • This is very good. I loved the bluntness in it. I could picture all of the imagery in this. Nice title to go along with this. Thanks for entering and good luck.

  • awesome! loved the ending.. it sounds like something I would do nicely done.. good luck hunni!

  • yours is sooo great, so much better than mine.
    you did this title way more justice than ii could (:
    this is so brilliant.


  • decode
    May 19

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    "I laughed,
    cyanide cynicism ripping at your face."

    ouch. harsh. what a poem to get from a seemingly simple title prompt.
    you are super talented.
    best of luck in the contest you've entered.

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