Perspective Through Poetry

Heartbreak

The memory of a photograph

The piercing memory embroidered into the depths of the mind
The warmth that lingered in between every touch, the chills that would travel into wondrous parts of the body
I can still feel the tenderness of your breath glazing my neck
Your hands running down my thigh

I miss your touch,
I miss waking up to your texts
The rapid beatings of my heart as your name flashed on my screen
Thump, thump, thump
The way you would always try and get a smile claiming how beautiful I was
The serenity you would bring to me everything your face appeared in my memory

Everything was replaced

Soon those loving texts would turn into anger
Anger of how I wasn't fulfilling your needs
Love turned to hatred
Hatred of how I was no longer beautiful in your eyes
How I should try and fit to the norms of society
How I need to look a certain way because my beauty no longer was tailored to you
Everything crumbled
And you were no longer the person I fell in love with

After devastation took place, I set to find myself
How was I to make someone happy if I could not make even myself happy
Before fending off my love to someone worthy, I need to discover my self worth
To search the caves of my memory and replace the evil with good

I had no longer desired the sense of your touch,
My mind would explore new adventures in hopes to replace our own
Those who cared would help me strike a match, and light the flames within me once again
I felt peace
I felt whole
And more importantly
I felt the love for myself again

But I cant lie to you,
I still have a piece of you
In the memory of a photograph
That I keep hidden in the depths of my drawers, where no one but so, may see the youthful glow of our faces

What could have been

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Not going to lie to you, this poem was suppose to have a completely different approach but I forgot the entire concept of it and it was left unfinished. So I took the first lines of the original one and changed the concept in its entirety. Here's what it was originally suppose to be like:

"The memory of a photograph

Its funny how a photograph can take you far away
To a place in which you'd never want to forget

A place of purity that you can never get back

Where she didn't know what the sight of death looked like

Where she didn't know what the impact of a gun can do other than soak your target with water

Where she could remember a time where a smile would never leave her face.

She was allowed to wondrously roam around the streets without having the fear of a strange man approaching her and offering her things that should not be outside of a thought..."

Yeah I found this in my google docs and was like "huh this is interesting". No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't remember what this was about. Anyways yeah, there's suppose to be a lack of grammar for those who are keen on grammar.

See you in the next chapter!

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-Dania