jakerockettJake. Alaska.
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Written memoir, engraved in mind, in memorium of what you made of me


by jakerockett

The room was cold, we always kept the door shut

and the lonely and slowly sapped heat from bare blankets, curtains, white sheets, blank paper, I was scared

Of the many maybes.

That sat and whined at the door I had closed behind us, I could hear pawing at the keyhole

I tried not to speak his name, I feared it

Would echo too long, instead I lied next to him, prone, prose, I felt like misplaced punctuation He drew me close, I could feel his heartbeat against my spine

Rumpled sheets like paper bindles, evidence,

the smell of him and his soft cologne would stain the walls, haunting It was crime, the way we curved around each other like question marks on crinkled paper

And yet, you answer(ed) so much for me, for you

were the one who said "relationships aren't about changing people." You made me different, written on a slant, maybe I was too bold, now heavy

Lines sit under my eyes, capitalising the unspoken

Language you speak like music I watched your eyes and lips and fingers, their gentleness, what they made of me

You took me apart, word musician, artist, playwright,


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@bernardtwindwil thank you so much!

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The melodic writing is impressive. The stark imagery that your wording portrayed were better that the pictures. The meter was melifluous. Great poem!!!