Be Dark With Me

 

 

I wrote you a poem with magnets on

your refrigerator 

It went something like:

 

“I want to soil you like a garden

but

you aren't here are you?”

 

And you weren’t. Not really. 

Fake love is like that isn’t it 

 

Like smoke in the edge of your eye 

 

Like a ball flying by too fast to catch 

 

Nothing god damn matters

I know it.

You know it. 

 

Hope is a lie. 

 

 

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Incompl's picture

you compose so well, I always

you compose so well, I always hold my breath waiting for the next line


Let your teeth show

life_used_to_be_lifelike's picture

Thank you for saying so

Thank you for saying so lady. 


"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.

Stephen's picture

Excellent write.

Stephen

and_hera_met_zeus's picture

I hate hope

For some reason I never realize I had it until it is crushed.  I bet your words are more beautiful than she ever was.  And this beauty will not fade.  

life_used_to_be_lifelike's picture

  Hope is like that. It

 

Hope is like that. It sneaks up on up you and before you know it, it is too late for anything else. This particular poem was actually mostly fiction. There are bits of truth thrown in there though. Thank you for commenting :)


"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.

allets's picture

It Seemed Authentic

Posted on the refrigerator and all. So realistic. At some time in a lifetime, if you are acting it out at all, this happens. Dirt. Departure. - slc