Poetry / Cotton Candy and Pink Sunsets

It moves like a nice sad song. I wanted to be her. I wanted to see the sunsets in the cotton candy.

Firstly I must say I loved the title and it definitely attracted me to the piece.  And I wasn’t disappointed.

With the title it made me think of my chilhood; innocence, days at the funfair etc.  I felt that’s how the love in the poem initially felt.  New, fresh and exciting.  Before the reality and the truth set in.

‘Outside she saw cotton candy and pink sunsets / Inside it’s fire and knives’
I think you were reminding us how many – particularly those in love – don’t see what’s underneath or they ignore the warning signs.  

That eventually the negativity means ‘Everyday her light gets a little more dim’

It really just felt this was a complete and well written piece.

Good job.

I love this poem.
I love it because I have seen it play out in my life so many times. I have seen family members, friends and myself live this bit of prose. It always seems the most destructive relationships are presented with such gleaming trim. Oddly enough, even when the cotton candy starts rotting your soul, leaving this wasteland becomes the hardest thing to do. I do believe that when one does find the courage to do so, then they will be offered with the same scenario over abd over again, and it will be up to them to decide how many times they want to learn this lesson.  Stepping back and recognizing patterns is such a valuable tool we have when we decide to use it .
The givers attract the takers, somewhere in the mix we learn to do both.