Sunday, March 24, 2013

The Very Dramatic Girl (unedited version)

And then there was one...

Everything dated by that boy back home,
Knowing how nostalgic she is;
As if she would want to remember a time like this one:
A period of sorrow and self destruction.

Cracking the lid open night after night;
A tomb of holey t-shirts and cologne bottles you'd have to tip sideways to get a squirt out of.
Stuffing her face into every bit of it
Desperately hoping to catch a whiff of the past.

With no regard for the dead,
Tears soak into the decrepit cloth-
Her own scent spoiling those precious moments
stirred from each stitch.

Spent diamonds glitter on a finger with an infinite dent;
Just feeling how good it truly was to settle back there in the dead of night,
Only to be gnawingly removed and
hidden at each relentless dawn of people who cared-and rightfully so.

Fighting the essence of lingering commitment,
stealing the day away.
A piece of her crumbles with the best of them.
Struggling so hopelessly not to forget a single atom of "them", "we", and "us".

Etching every remaining fuzzy memory back into the current,
Like a boulder in a shallow river of want.
What was it he had said way back when?
"I promise."

They differ so in that way,
His words like writing vows in pencil-
Oh, how they dulled with use, edited.
Erased.

Her words like dried lavender.
Bold as spring.
Exact, distinct, sharper, and intended.
Permanent.

"I love you."
"I love you more."





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