Note: This was written for Chloe Rose Violet's 'Writing Prompts for October' Challenge.
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This was the month
I began slipping
Through your fingers
Or maybe you were
Slipping through mine
(It could’ve been simultaneous)
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I suppose that is just
The font of the story
Which to say
I’m not sure if it matters
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Warmth was returning
To our small town but
Fading away from you
Dimming your eyes and
Hardening the lines of your face
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I skipped the Halloween party
When you dressed up as
What you’d end up being to me
(A ghost)
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I took a step away from you
So small and quiet that
I hoped you wouldn’t notice
(You did)
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This was the month
Something fractured between us
When every moment with you
I had to hold back the scream
Tearing up my throat
Pushing against my
Clenched teeth
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The month I gave you
Explanations and you
Handed me apologies
In return and I (stupidly)
Accepted them
Not quite thinking
Things would change
But fully believing you
Would at least attempt
To fix them (like I had)
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But this was the month
Your promises were hollow
The way your heart was
Quickly becoming
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This was the month before
You decided to view
My hurt as a weapon
As a battle strategy
Designed to be used
Against you personally
I swear it wasn’t
I swear all it was
Was just that -
Hurt
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This was the month before
You wrapped yourself
In a victim mentality you’d
Never considered using until then
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This was the month before
You deflected responsibility
Off a hard exterior and a
Colder expression
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This was the month
I shackled myself to you
Afraid to leave you alone
Even though I was
Going mad staying
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This was the month
Before you left me there
Tied to a memory
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Comments (8)
Heartbreak and autumn do go so well together... Beautiful poem!
I skipped the Halloween party When you dressed up as What you’d end up being to me (A ghost) Omgggg, this stanza!!!! This whole poem blew my mind but this stanza stole my heart! It resonated to deeply with me!
The month before it all fell apart. This is the month when it all came together for us twenty-nine years ago when our son was born. Now, ten & a half years after his death, it's hard. This used to be our favorite time of year.
Just the font of the story! I’ve never ever heard this being used…what a brilliant metaphor 🥰👌🕊️✨
That this is so difficult to read is testament to your skill as a writer! I felt it all, Poppy!
So sad but eloquently put!
This was both beautiful and hard to read. You conveyed the emotions very well.
This is so full of hurting.