are symbols for a tortured mind;
a tortured body at my hands
anesthetized with one-night-stands.
The way you cry, I can't forget
the way it smells, your eyes are wet.
Your head and shoulders, on my neck,
the fragile things I'm sure to wreck.
I closed my eyes, shut out the rest.
Her head was resting on my chest.
She held me tight, my grip was slack
I closed my eyes and you came back.
It felt so wrong that it felt right
I stole your thought for just that night.
You or her? I couldn't tell.
It felt so good to hurt like hell.
And what I did was mean and cheap
But it's her place down on the street.
And it's your place up in my bed;
Though now you're only in my head.
I've written letters, never sent.
I've written songs, long to repent.
I bleed for you, I always will.
Your shoes are far too big to fill.
And I am poison, at least it feels that way, and it felt that way, every day.
But I must taste sweet, a bright light and these pretty moths; they fly into me.
Because I was broken and you were broken, and we were broken together.
Beyond compare, and in despair, We came together in hopes of repair.
But we both came away shattered.
I hope you build something perfect and solid out of the beautiful, jagged, broken pieces of your heart I left for you.
I am so sorry.
It felt so wrong that it felt right
I stole your thought for just that night.
You or her? I couldn't tell.
It felt so good to hurt like hell.
And what I did was mean and cheap
But it's her place down on the street.
And it's your place up in my bed;
Though now you're only in my head.
I've written letters, never sent.
I've written songs, long to repent.
I bleed for you, I always will.
Your shoes are far too big to fill.
Make me happy, make me mad,
You were so good for all my bad.
A strange & hopeful kind of sad,
The beautiful tragedy that we had.And I am poison, at least it feels that way, and it felt that way, every day.
But I must taste sweet, a bright light and these pretty moths; they fly into me.
Because I was broken and you were broken, and we were broken together.
Beyond compare, and in despair, We came together in hopes of repair.
But we both came away shattered.
I hope you build something perfect and solid out of the beautiful, jagged, broken pieces of your heart I left for you.
I am so sorry.
I like this line, "She held me tight, my grip was slack." This was a great, subtle way to use description to express the feelings of both characters in this poem. It is clear that one person is invested and the other is not.
ReplyDeleteI think its interesting that you have these two very different sections. The first part of this poem rhymes and seems to capture the moment of the mistake; however this second half where you stop rhyming and use longer lines is kind of a reflection on the experience.
I feel bad for this speaker -- he's way too hard on himself! :)
Prof Keck