Splinter

 

......

 

Yes, that's me.

 

I know.You thought you got it all.


Sucked up into the vacuum

And emptied into the trash

3 months ago with the other pieces of me

You threw onto the kitchen floor,

 

The picture perfect memories 

Of how you thought things were,

 

Weren't.

 

And so I figured I'd just hang out quietly,

And wait for the opportune time

To slide under your skin,

And remind you what color you bleed,

Just because I can.

 

The piece that was forgotten,

Left behind after weeks and months

Of your painstaking efforts to forget,

Only to show you how I never left,

 

The indelible ink 

Scripted in your best penmanship,

On the finest silken threads

That grew into all the things 

You can never leave behind.

 

I'm yours.

You're mine.

 

Our mind.

 

It's like the hugest splinter

We can never leave behind.

 

I'll be home at six. 

Dinner is in the oven.

You never know,

Tonight could be the night

We left behind.

 

<3

 

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Diamond_Wills_New_War's picture

A simple splinter started

A simple splinter started such a succulent poem.


Long days and pleasant nights

Diamond

nightlight1220's picture

Thanks. Makes me feel like a

Thanks. Makes me feel like a plump juicy strawberry....chocolate covered. (In slow motion...lol :-)

 

Thanks for reading.

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "