A Careless Mess

If I pretend 

your heart means nothing

   to me 

 

maybe mine 

will resume it's functional 

function

and paper just might be able

to handle my 

             w.o.r.d.s.  after all 

        But yours...

Yours

  are just mean 

and Living 

slicing into breathing tissue 

      biting teeth

      grinding those words only 

I can see anyway

 

And I believed you

when you told me

    that through countless rewinds 

you'd become a kinder version 

of 

   that 

        that... uncommon you

 

But...but in all those untidy 

      intervening 

days 

  I became the sum of a landslide

of calamities, blooming lilacs, spin cycles 

quarter notes, toy tin soldiers falling down in 

~progression~ plink. plink.plink. 

 

that did not agree with the 22 year old 

    little girl who twinkled sweetly for you 

 

And in all the dazzling adoration of 

Your undeniable talent 

      You left me with a paper drawing against 

all my broken heartbeats 

 

But I have words even you don't understand

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is an older poem. I may have posted it before and pulled it back when my life was...a lot less peaceful than it is now.

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Starward's picture

The poem is very poignant,

The poem is very poignant, and even its format on the screen contributes to the reading experience.  I applaud the way the poem's lines are constructed---and its conversational tone coyly reveals some powerful emotion both through, and in between, the lines.


Starward

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Cascade's picture

Thank you for stopping by,

Thank you for stopping by, Starward. 

patriciajj's picture

Oh, how I get this! I

Oh, how I get this! I relished your cunning and unflinching takedown of this toxic person you could talk circles around. Here you described, with uncanny accuracy, an era from my own past:

 

"I became the sum of a landslide

of calamities, blooming lilacs, spin cycles 

quarter notes, toy tin soldiers falling down in 

~progression~ plink. plink.plink." 

 

Damn good writing there. Your scathing wit is cathartic and empowering. Loving this! 

Cascade's picture

Always a pleasure to see you

Always a pleasure to see you here. Thank you so much for your support, Patricia. 

lyrycsyntyme's picture

Such a flowing write. I feel

Such a flowing write. I feel it does your pen name quite a justice.

 

You know, it is often when we are young that we take people for who they could be, unprepared that we're buying who they really are.

Cascade's picture

Thank you so much for

Thank you so much for stopping by, dear poet.

word_man's picture

kinda sad but touching write

kinda sad but touching write about your love of long ago

i guess we all feel a little more mellow with time and sometimes just hard to

put on paper

 


ron parrish

Cascade's picture

Thank you, Wordman. Honored

Thank you, Wordman. Honored to have you by. Blessings!

word_man's picture

my pleasure cascade

my pleasure cascade


ron parrish