i thought my greatest fears
were founded
when you left me
when you said you
never would
and the hand you
gave me
is also the one you
pulled away.
i am still afraid.
i am afraid you will
forget
the times i
replay
in my bed
in my head
alone
when there is nothing else
to comfort me.
i am afraid
the love i had
for you
will forever
prick my hands
like weeds
and you will
run to greener pastures
in another girl’s bed
and the next night
another’s.
i just want you
to remember my name
and all the sparks
that burned
when we did exactly
what we shouldn’t have -
every time
our souls collided,
then crashed
in an ocean of sweat -
sumberged in
frantic waves of desire.
i am afraid
my memory
will escape you
like dandelion dust
and i will be left
with the stems -
forever holding on.
thank you for inspiring this one, Poppy!
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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Comments (6)
I feel every word of this; to walk away with pain and love is no miracle, it's strength. Bravo, Sara!
Love this. So much pain, so much wantonness. Slight editorial thing, if you care, you've said "sumberged" when I guess you mean "submerged"?
Very clever poem, including the danelion prompt.
Damn this is good!! Better than good. “and the hand you gave me is also the one you pulled away.” That was my favourite part until I got to where you used “dandelion” and oh my gosh that was astonishingly evocative and well written. That ending!! I loved it!!
This is brilliant. well done!!!!
Whoaaaa, this was phenomenal! Like it hit me like a ton of bricks!