......
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
......
A simple splinter started
A simple splinter started such a succulent poem.
Long days and pleasant nights
Diamond
Thanks. Makes me feel like a
Thanks. Makes me feel like a plump juicy strawberry....chocolate covered. (In slow motion...lol :-)
Thanks for reading.
....
...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. "