Punk Rock Pretty Past

lunameiThe city of angels woke up my demons.
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Punk Rock Pretty Past

by lunamei

You'll see me in pictures wearing your old band shirts.

and the smile someone else gives me now.

Truth is sometimes I think we can't get rid of everything.

like it minimizes the meaning.

And I don't know how to breathe...

without all of the pieces of myself.

Even the ones that leave my hands splintered and bleeding.

broken glass fragments I pull out and press into napkins.

But I am tired, and weak, and it is 1:00 in the morning.

and just because I think of you, doesn't mean that I miss you.

I'm okay with where I am.

and I'm glad that it's miles from where we were.

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lunameiThe city of angels woke up my demons.
a year agoReply
@bernardtwindwil thank you so much for reading and taking the time to respond to it. Glad it resonated!

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a year agoReply
This was a wonderful poem. The exploration you made into the world of broken romances was thoughtful and bittersweet. The technical aspects of meter and verse flow were excellent. The message was one more of hope than of loss. Great poem !