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Poetry / The Last Poem I'll Write for You
If being loved makes you uncomfortable
Then you’re more fucked up than I am
Yet somehow you drew me in like
The first fifteen minutes of a Lifetime original
And I waited, keeping an eye out for
Anyone to come barging into the den
Demanding to know when I became so cliche
This is the last poem I’ll write for you
And it’s the first one I don’t care if you see
How could I think you were different?
It must have been the way lights angled
In your soul and cast a shadow familiar
Like every lost toy from my childhood
Came marching, single file, up the driveway
Til you snatched back my delight, greedy
This is the last poem I’ll write for you
You are a red wine stain on my heart
My mother used try to film me playing
Catch me making plastic horses dance
I can’t believe I gave that memory to you
Because it hurt me and it’s worthless now
So I might as well share it with everyone
Like being de-virginized and realizing
Once your first leaves, you’re hungry
This is the last poem I’ll write for you
There’s nothing left in my heart to pour out
That’s how I appeared to you, I’m sure
Emotionally slutty – the girl who doesn’t
Spend prom night with her legs spread
But rather never keeps her lips closed
And you couldn’t handle, I had you saying
What you wouldn’t admit to anyone before
That being inconvenienced made you hateful
This is the last poem I’ll write for you
So don’t worry about me muddling plans
Why did you ask me how much I loved you
Or tell me my middle name was Beautiful
I wish those moments were framed in glass
So I could shatter them and cut myself
And laugh and bleed and not care at all
I hate that I wasted love songs and sentiments
Pet names and tender thoughts on you
This is the last poem I’ll write for you
I hate that it’s the only one that paints your face
That every other was just the mask I
Tugged off gently and placed back
But you wouldn’t even give me that
There was more love in your mother’s hug
More sadness in her voice at good-bye
And it makes me sick that a stranger could
Care about me more than you did
This is the last poem I’ll write for you
For the love of God stay away from me
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powerful. raw and natural. a flow of pure emotion. it’s like glass, it has beauty with a bite, clear and cutting.
great vocabulary, by the way. mostly the analogies drew me in.
“The first fifteen minutes of a Lifetime original”.
loved that. because it’s relateable.
also:
“You are a red wine stain on my heart”.
i have a thing for wine, it just captivates me, especially when referred to in writing. great job.
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The shocking first line lets the reader know, what you are about to read isn’t going to be pleasant.
I loved this simile,”Like every lost toy from my childhood Came marching, single file, up the driveway”
Excellent!
This becomes the drumbeat of your aching heart, “This is the last poem I’ll write for you.” I like how you kept repeating it.
The why is answered with this line,
“There’s nothing left in my heart to pour out.”
Great Job!
Thanks for writing.
Powerful are the lines:
I can’t believe I gave that memory to you
Because it hurt me and it’s worthless now
So I might as well share it with everyone
Like being de-virginized and realizing
Once your first leaves, you’re hungry
How I wish someone would have warned me about what losing my virginity would do. A whole new piece could center around that um, er phenomenon!
The only criticism I have, and it may just be my opinion, is that I don’t like to see no line breaks.
Whenever I see one long paragraph or series of lines, it makes me want to skip over it to something else.
Otherwise, I loved the piece and wish people who NEED to read stuff like this would read it instead of other broken hearted and “I can relate to that” types of people.
The line “And it’s the first one I don’t care if you see” was powerful too and it’s a very freeing feeling to have.
Somehow, I think that should have appeared at the end because I think it’s the most powerful line of the piece.
Whew! Did I love this? Yes, Good Gawd yes! This was angry, pissed off and you didn’t care! You let him/her know you were pissed. You told your truth! You let him/her have it with both barrels. The thing I like about this poem is that if this is about someone you know, if this your real feelings, you didn’t get emotional in that teenage angst way, you pointed, you took careful aim and you shot right between the eyes.
The ache is so obvious, but something in this is so freeing, so full, so “I’m so over you!”
I don’t want to gush and gush over your poem, but Oh man do I love this! This is why I read poetry, this is why I write it, and this, poem is why I critique.
I will say a few things you need to fix…
My mother used try to film me playing
It should be, “My mother used TO try to film me playing”.
Your poem takes my breath away. I am so pumped up.
“Emotionally slutty?” Brilliant! I am in love with your poem. I am madly in love with your poem.
Pure perfection!
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