Your Love Metaphor

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I wear you like a sin

like a necklace of cruel thoughts

I finally found my place in the world, darling

on the streets of

which you walk 

 

 scattered fragments

Van Gogh's stars 

the hazy dream you have forgotten

I could tell you all about this heartbreak

how I carried it around like an inhaler 

how I clung to it like a crutch 

 

I could tell you what your love was like

over a cup of coffee that I only 

halfway drink and let go cold 

not wanting it anymore 

 

darling, 

 

I just did. 

 

 

 

 

 

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running_with_rabbits's picture

oh! these line sgave me

oh! these line sgave me shivers:

 

"I could tell you all about this heartbreak

how I carried it around like an inhaler"


Much Love

Ashley

S74RW4RD's picture

I don't have sufficient words

I don't have sufficient words to praise this poem the way it deserves.


Starward

Incompl's picture

Your endings are always

Your endings are always perfect!! I agree this poem is breathless...especially the line about the inhaler Tongue Out 


Let your teeth show

life_used_to_be_lifelike's picture

Thank you very much :)

Thank you very much :) haven't seen you in awhile! Love the pic!


"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.

Incompl's picture

Thank you! 

Thank you! 


Let your teeth show

9inety's picture

your

poetry leaves me

breathless

I don't know what to write or say

I am breathless

a dangerous

place

for me to be

i need to catch my breath

 

Peace

Dylan

 

 

 


"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"

Dylan Eliot

life_used_to_be_lifelike's picture

As always, you make me feel

As always, you make me feel honored and so happy that you read my poems. I've missed you! I hope you are well :)


"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

Love The Images

They are so well imagined and lain forth like notes in a sonata that says farewell - enjoyed - Stella -