i am a masked ball.
i wish i could find the words to describe myself
in order to heal myself.
rapid h e a l i n g
you left.
you left.
you left.
it will never be the same.
can't forget.
can't forget.
can't forget.
one recovery.
two anger.
three relief.
four happiness?
recovering of the soul,
your words that struck to the core.
in bits.
in pieces.
the whole time, i just wanted to write something meanignful.
i still can't do it.
pain right to the heart.
that's it, that's it.
i quit, i quit.
and i honestly want to.
but you know when something is so beautiful you can't resist falling for it over and over again.
love is a losing game
and it is the only thing i'm prepared to lose at.
Author notes
i just want to write, no doubt about it, so i will post whatever shit until i feel happy enough. i doubt i can write the three parts to this poem, but we'll see.
p e t r i c h o r
A contest entry
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Comments
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Wow, I absolutely love your last two lines.
'love is a losing game
and it is the only thing i'm prepared to lose at.'
That definitely stunned me.
Good repetition, though I think if you use it sparingly, it gives it more of an impact. Again, just like your other piece, it shows the frame of mind that goes through everyone - the panic and wanting to just throw it all at someone.
Also, interesting concept of wanting to create a poem for each step to what you feel is happiness.
Enjoyed this one.
Thank you for entering and good luck! (:
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