What Lies Between the Lines // A Poetry Book

|40: Seven Things|

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One. You stole my heart like how a hook hangs through a fish's cheek, only to take a good look at me if I was worth keeping. I had thought I was but you threw me back into the water. 'There are more fishes in the sea,' you said.

Two. My hair turns into twisted ties I cannot unknot, with red ribbons tied around them, connecting to your wrist. I cut them in hopes to tie it around my own wrist, then I search for the ribbon--any ribbon--but I realize not even one exists.

Three. Every time I was awake, in my mind, you were too. That was probably why I couldn't sleep at night.

Four. A box was the most useful tool to me. Problem? Boxed. Pent up feelings? Boxed. Emotionally drained? Boxed. I wrapped the box as a pretty present and was going to give it to you, only to know you had a box yourself. 

Five. Whenever I was furious, all you needed to say was that you love me, and that you were sorry. . . and that you love me again. My bones would soften to petals and I would fall to the floor with you. Although I can't lie--I do wonder sometimes why I'm always below you.

Six. It was long until I realized that our love was a wooden ship. If we try to force it into a glass bottle, it would only break. So we set sail with our wooden ship instead, yet we sink.

Seven. It only took me a while to learn that not all poems should rhyme, and although all good stories have a beginning, middle, and an end, there are some stories that aren't written in that order, yet they are still valued. Our story kept jumbling up with those sequences. Beginning, middle, end. End, beginning, middle. Middle, beginning, end. Note where we last stopped. 

I tried to give a perfect ending, though I didn't, but I want you to know that what you gave me was enough. 

I hope what I gave you was enough too.

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Author's Note: 

•° This is the last poem of this poetry collection. Thank you to all of my supporters who have been reading until the end, you all hold a very special place in my heart. I take in every comment you send, and every vote you make. I had a difficult time writing this last poem, because it's only normal to assume that the last poem should be the 'best' one, but I believe that it doesn't have to be that way. Not everything needs to end perfectly. You don't need to have perfect endings to keep it in your memory. 

What was your favorite poem?

Please do note that most of the poems in this book are only fictional, and I am not as depressed as it sounds like in this book. :) 

I will be doing a second poetry collection in the future, but for now, this is farewell. •°

-jules

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