i can't (won't stop writing because this,
whatever this is, has brought me back to you
i have ignored, loved, hated you for
(nothing)years; for the first time i am finally
remembering--sometimes i wonder how much
of you i lost, repressed, removed. so i flay layers
of filmy years away, carve deeper, bloodier
grooves in hopes of recovering another
hallowed jagged piece of you, push my tongue
deeper in to the sore, let the blood seep- if it heals
i lose you which is unforgivable and i won't
iwon'tiwon'tican't)
sleep.
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dedicated to: julixtta , who's Shades of Blue was the first work i read on this site and ultimately what inspired this poem.
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PoetryHIGHEST in poetry #155 (n)- a nostalgic longing to be near again to someone or something that is distant, something that has been loved and then lost. (there was a boy once) ((i knew him)) COPYRIGHT ALL RIGHTS RESERVED AS PART OF THE WATT...
