Powerful Stuff

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


a poem for you, love

Submitted: July 17, 2018

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Happy memories dashed across the rocks of reality. That’s all you could’ve ever been and yet I still taste you when I bite my lip. The times you told me you had magic in your fibers and I trusted your hands more often than my very own. Killing you was not a mission, but an unavoidable collision. Conclusion. Now we’re empty nests harvesting mental creations swirled with romance. I feel incomplete and yet I know it’s just me now. Where’s the satisfaction in that and maybe it’s all backwards and togetherness holds truth but I’m doubtful on a good day. You’re stumbling around, searching for guidance, empathy, a spare key. Whatever. And I’m a puddle on the floor, getting lapped up by some mutt. Revolting behaviors tarnishing what’s left of respect or casual encounters and it’s a limbo of multicolored beams focusing on your every last energy. We’re awake now but only because we have already faced death in the eye and it turned it’s back. I will beg for salvation but what I really need is an ending worth the bang.


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