of all things; you find it impossible to keep me.
you are a thousand piece puzzle that i am missing pieces to. a beast in a cage made of aluminum foil. a tower built on a foundation of jello.
i cannot put you together.
i cannot hold you forever.
i cannot keep you from
cra
shi
ngd
own.
but i'd like to.
--
can't you trace the veins of dirt in your palm,
right where i used to stay?
i remember it like home.
but i hate it the same.
can't you trace it?
like a 'home, sweet home' sign swinging from your cuticles,
i miss you.
i never said i missed your selfish ways.
--
because you thought i was for you only.
maybe i was the gift in your closet that you refused to use.
because you were afraid if you had the nerve to open it;
it'd break.
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you were the closest thing i ever got to a high-speed chase.
you just forgot your brakes and jumped to letting me swing that
new white flag.
i'd like to say that you found
red fast enough to catch me
before i crashed. but you didn't;
--
andallofasudden:
i broke.
Author notes
prompt:
you're as green as go,
as yellow as slow-down,
but never are you
as red as stop.
Comments
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You've always been good at the dirty pretty style, I tried it once and could never make sense of my words. I love your style great job :-)
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you are a thousand piece puzzle that i am missing pieces to
-i hate that
can't you trace the veins of dirt in your palm,
right where i used to stay?
-i really, really like that. i love the image of tracing veins and i adore the repetition of it a little later in the poem.
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