I used to be well-versed on us, but now I'm forgetful
I can't remember at all how I felt for you
Your touch wasn't enough
Your kisses fell short
It's all a blur to me
I talked senselessly to you
I lied to myself about you
We didn't burn as our time together froze
You did nothing for me
I don't know why I went with you that night
I didn't get what I wanted
I never quite understood what I wanted from you
It's all relative
You never did want to talk about our indiscretions years before
Our flirtations that went nowhere until recently
Then we stopped once more
You prevented us from progressing
My professions only got your ego off
You couldn't look me in my eyes
This was all nonsense
Our wet paint has finally dried
I should thank you for cutting me off though
You weren't worthy and you still aren't
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Brainstorm by Rhizome Olivia Quondam
PoetryTake a ride to the dark side of the human heart. Is it love, lust, or leverage? What happens when a muse seduces their poet? This narrated epic (poem) fiction contains a collection of narrative persona poems, detailing each step of the narrator's...