The Quiet

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This poem is taking a look at the hold memories have on us even after we're "done" with a relationship, and how there will always be another step to take...

Submitted: December 31, 2007

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It's been days without the burning.

Hours, weeks, months?

No... Not.

I am human, unlike you, not months...

But the peace, it has been here.

Tonight, it left me. Pushed.

Yourdark cloudfound it's way again

Scent of a thousand chemicals and your saliva,

the feel of your kiss, and your curls....

the blue eyes, crystal, like the name of your demise.

But I would not let it take me this time.

Your darkness, not mine.

Showing you the scar, proudly,

thick through my heart,

the part where you used to be.

"Look at it!" I screamed,

as I pushed you and your phantom cradle

out of the door and shut it and locked it

and the key?

I clinch the key in my hand until the fire of my scorn melts it into my palm.

A part of me. Not you. But the key.

It's all me.

I?

No. I do not want you.

I do not desire your intoxicating death,

you arrogant Reaper.

YOU.

ARE.

DEATH.

And you ignore that fact, even if it means killing yourself.

That being said,

I weep,

me, your ice queen, I FUCKING WEEP-

but no more. Done.

Never again will Ipray you'll be what I hoped.

Wouldn't do it for me.

Why would you do it for yourself-

or for her-

or....

why the fuck would I care?


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