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Note To Self #18 (Explosive Bouquets)
Contributed by
Dragons_Of_Rose
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Wednesday, 29th July 2009 @ 05:12:43 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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Note to self: Love is not easy.
The pavement leaves pebble marks on the bottom of my feet,
I was so upset that I left without my shoes
but didn't care enough to go back and get them.
The neighborhoods alight with tribute to freedom
while the only sense of freedom I've had
was running out the door.
It used to be so different between us.
I try to chalk it up as
"We've been together for four years."
"The fireworks fade after a while."
"That's how relationships are."
But those excuses are not settling this evening.
For three hours I sat there on the couch,
dolled up and waiting for you to come in
from working on your so called "baby".
All I wanted was to have a night out by ourselves;
to just lay back and enjoy the sights of the sky....
but it never happened.
I can feel their eyes on me as I walk down main street;
mascara river cheeks, curler-set hair askew.
From behind me I hear them giggle and remark
on how I'm probably just another drunk girl
who somehow managed to get her high-heels stolen,
but the only thing stolen was...love.
Sometimes I wonder if I had the word Honda
tattooed on my ass if it would make any difference.
Rather than a bouquet of flowers with a note attached
asking me if we could talk before there's no us to talk about
would I receive one just because... you wanted to?
Probably not.
The orange construction tape slips over my back
and the DO NOT ENTER sign passes my nose.
I lay down in the lawn of a now abandoned home
scheduled for demolition to put in a new freeway.
The newly fallen dew soaks the back of my blouse
and I try to clear my mind for just a moment.
I close my eyes and the world goes on without me.
The night fills with echoes of cannons and whistles
and the sky is lit with man-made artificial stars
that spread and dissipate in clouds of grey smoke.
Tonight's not about freedom, it's about explosions.
The blowing up of a relationship long overdue
and bouquets that mean something, but nothing.
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Dragons_Of_Rose
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2009-07-29 17:12:43]
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Re: Note To Self #18 (Explosive Bouquets)
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by PoluxTheFifth on
Wednesday, 29th July 2009 @ 05:30:41 PM AEST
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Tonight´s not about freedom
God... I love that line! |
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Re: Note To Self #18 (Explosive Bouquets)
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by lesoleilnoire on
Wednesday, 29th July 2009 @ 08:13:13 PM AEST
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Beautifully written piece. Nice attention to detail. This poem takes the reader on a journey leading to the explosion of a relationship. Great piece full of emotion!
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