if I could spend eternity in agony
Restless with agony, oh yes, that recipe for me would be
The best part of the color that created our very ancient atoms
I felt my heart become a whole stone inside of me, it burns and burns and burns as I breathe under the sun water,
So hot, hotter than the very essence of sun matter, lava, the light that flows inside of our stardust soul
I can’t speak plainly, I don’t feel the slightest emotion with I miss you so much with everything and nothing and
I hate speaking plainly
Plaintively
The embers that crease my mortal coil is a claw of wretched steel, stewing my head
One last thing, when you hooked me in with your pretty little compliments
Promises of friendship and trust
Did you know my vulnerability then
Was I so invisible yet obvious
Dramatic and naive
One last thing
What color did your words sprout when they became unforgiving silence over and over again
Can you imagine the world without the color blue
Indigo. Deep blue. Azul. Violet hazy grey blue. The kind of creature that hangs in space with watching stars.
One last question
Did you expect me to bring myself to watch my knees grow bloodied, raw and broken
Twisted as they’ve always been
Blue like that summer berry, burst
Blue like midnight in my dreams
One last thing.
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Comments (5)
Wow, this line I read over and over...something about it just resonated. 'What color did your words sprout when they became unforgiving silence over and over again' Well done
This is so powerful. Excellent work, Melissa.
Whoa, this piece packs a punch! It’s intense, with a lot of powerful feelings wrapped up in some seriously vivid imagery. You’ve got that raw emotional energy—so much weight in those words.
Whoaaaa, that was so intense and it hit me so hard! Gosh I loved it so much!
Woah, this poem is like a raw, emotional rollercoaster That "one last thing" really nails the feeling of wanting closure, but also the weight of everything left unsaid. Great job!