She's the stanzas I can't spit out

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Another sad poem

Submitted: July 12, 2018

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Submitted: July 12, 2018



Shes the stanzas I can't spit out, The words I just can't seem to write down. She is in everything I think, In every action I take.

You'd think after 23 years of life the heart would've learned it's lesson by now. One would assume my ribcage to be an impregnable fortress of doubt but I still keep letting others in this ruin. The irony is only good for metaphors and writing things I'll never convae. How do I expect others to repair the rafters of my dreams? How stubborn am I that not even my own body bows to me? My own circulatory system turns traitor at the mere mention of music.


I wish I could turn back my synapse and rewire my mind to the absence of sound. To a time before every melody was a reminder of sunny summer days spent in her highschool bedroom; Before songs on the radio resonated with anthems of a desolate dream. Now all I hear is her voice, Opera fills the places she left in this heart shaped mosulem.

She is the future I wont ever have. The life that almost was. The love I just can't seem to let go of.

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