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New Sheets

It’s raining outside, no one is calling me,
No old lover’s bed missing me, the sheets we shared long changed by now (hopefully!),
Inviting to new women,
Maybe made when he knows he might have company,
But not so neatly it’s obvious he was expecting it.

His bed was large and I think his neighbors must’ve heard us
I wonder if they resented me for keeping them up
I probably would have been kind of pissed
If I were them.
His kitchen was small; easy to brush up against each other, mason jars
Full of the food he’d cook before we ate some and decided sex would be more Interesting.
I don’t think he lives there anymore.
His belt was a pleasure to unbuckle.

Now I’m attracted to men that look like him and sound like him,
A slightly Southern accent. Maybe he didn’t really have one,
Maybe I’m romanticizing.
Sometimes you don’t get over someone, you just get numb,
But it’s close enough. It works, sort of.
It was a long time ago.
The least he could’ve done
Was do something mean, give me some healthy anger, but no,
My aches for him were plain and boring, at times debilitating but never too interesting,
Probably not interesting enough for this poem but whatever,
I’ve got you this far and if you had a South Carolina accent
I’d give you my number. 

Because it’s raining outside and no one has called me,
And left to my devices I’ll just whine and write bad poetry,
And Stranger, you could be my next
Bed-making,
Noise-making,
Belt-unbuckling
Heartache.

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I just wrote this, first poem I've written in years, since I last posted here.

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  • laura0757 gold member
    October 17

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    first poem in years you say a good one at that good luck


  • Melee Vau gold member
    October 17

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    good write. especially like the closing lines:
    "And Stranger, you could be my next
    Bed-making,
    Noise-making,
    Belt-unbuckling
    Heartache. "
    that bland summary of the lines above, adds huge impact to the ennui you wove..


  • Wickedruby1 gold member
    October 16

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    Very Good

    Very touching poem of being alone on a rainy night with nothing but memories.
    Writting is a good way to while away the time, just looking into the past must give some good ideas.


  • yankee4590
    October 16
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    I think its slightly amusing but very much heartfelt. Its definatly not "bad poetry".

    • beetle
      October 16
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      thank you, I appreciate it! That's pretty much what I was going for/feeling.

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