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Random Collection of Poems
Friday, November 7, 2008
When we kiss, mhmm, FIRE
I
You tackled me into the snow, your laughter echoing in the air.
Winter break was never so fun and so painful at the same time.
I groan, sure that my white skin is now blue as sparks of pain shoot through me.
You panic and apologize,
asking if I can stand.
I do stand, on unsteady legs, your arm around me,
helping to keep me vertical.
As we walk to the house I forgive you,
my eyes locked on your ice blue ones,
snowflakes sticking to your lashes.
II
You try to be smooth, saying we should find out if there’s something between us
but I can see that you’re nervous, you’re playing with your necklace.
We kiss and you catch fire.
We kiss and I fall into a safe zone, slightly dizzy but not yet on fire.
III
The night you set me on fire was not how either of us imagined.
Not a flame of love or trust but of loss and anguish.
You abandoned me, taking flight from fifty feet above the water.
Your wings failing as you fall.
You think you’re falling alone but what you don’t know is that I’m tied to you,
drowning beneath the waves; pushed out to sea, the fire is not put out…
it’s consuming me.
The smoke and heat knock me out, making my head spin, and my skin blacken.
All because you felt your fire needed to die out.
IV
You may have put your fire out but you set the life you left behind aflame,
the sparks of your life blowing up and setting a blaze.
The truth is you started burning me the day you tackled me,
two days after Christmas, 2000.
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Teardrops on my Guitar
Guitar chords infect my brain, distracting me from my work.
I remember how you looked as you played, your eyes closed, voices soft,
and the sounds that float in the air are the treatment you need to get through the night.
Now it heals me too,
not by calming my racing heart but by speeding it up,
by making me cry, something I need to do but can’t;
all because I keep thinking you wouldn’t want me to cry over this,
over you.Labels: poetry
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