i adore sestinas.
her eyes and lean in to tell
him that he really was the only one
who ever made her feel kind of okay;
she wanted to trace the sharp definition
of his cheekbone, but before she could
he moved away and told her she could
call him if she wanted, and he moved to close
the door--to leave her the definition
of defeated. she decided instead to tell
the aching shadows that this was enough, okay,
she was tired of always being the only one
to remember that the loneliest number is one
and that he held her like nobody else could
and that sunsets were never okay
without him. she tried her best to close
her mind to the pain, to tell
herself this was all part of life's definition.
she knew that the first and foremost definition
of a broken heart was to wake up one
morning and realize that time would never tell
if the world would come back; nor if she could
ever face life alone at their relationship's close
and tell herself that things would turn out okay
or even just neutral. she said "okay,
well, i am alive." but that definition
could not really help at all to close
her questions or ease even one
of her fears. she continued to wonder if it could
break her spirit before she had someone to tell.
she remembered the time someone tried to tell
her that everything would be okay.
that sounded weaker now that she could
see the blankness running in high definition
in circles around her head. she thought maybe one
day it would all just come to a close.
if she could, she would tell
him "just close yourself up, okay"
but by definition she's no one.
Poetry by protean
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Written on 2010-05-29 at 06:34
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could one definition tell?...close, okay.
today she tried to just closeher eyes and lean in to tell
him that he really was the only one
who ever made her feel kind of okay;
she wanted to trace the sharp definition
of his cheekbone, but before she could
he moved away and told her she could
call him if she wanted, and he moved to close
the door--to leave her the definition
of defeated. she decided instead to tell
the aching shadows that this was enough, okay,
she was tired of always being the only one
to remember that the loneliest number is one
and that he held her like nobody else could
and that sunsets were never okay
without him. she tried her best to close
her mind to the pain, to tell
herself this was all part of life's definition.
she knew that the first and foremost definition
of a broken heart was to wake up one
morning and realize that time would never tell
if the world would come back; nor if she could
ever face life alone at their relationship's close
and tell herself that things would turn out okay
or even just neutral. she said "okay,
well, i am alive." but that definition
could not really help at all to close
her questions or ease even one
of her fears. she continued to wonder if it could
break her spirit before she had someone to tell.
she remembered the time someone tried to tell
her that everything would be okay.
that sounded weaker now that she could
see the blankness running in high definition
in circles around her head. she thought maybe one
day it would all just come to a close.
if she could, she would tell
him "just close yourself up, okay"
but by definition she's no one.
Poetry by protean
Read 688 times
Written on 2010-05-29 at 06:34
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