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I don’t love you
anymore.

I was going to lead up to this. Maybe claim
there was something caught in my throat
about beetle wings, cochineal – you know,
they make that stuff out of flight. Lipstick, I mean.
I mean the truth is

I can only smile like an inferno because
something else isn’t going to be flying away.
And I was going to say I’m sorry but I’m not.

I was going to lie to you like you needed me to,
but pray tell me how to grace through three weeks I hoped  
for some kind(ness) of hurricane, so we could recalculate
in the aftermath, and nobody would blame me then for judging
that we came up empty.
I mean, I was going

to lie. It tripped off my tongue. I shouldn’t have
let it. I’m too weak sometimes. Couldn’t brace a hollow hulk
of sentence on my shoulders without crumbling, and
all the time you caught me when I wanted to fall
I was struggling to say:
I don’t love you anymore.

And I should end this poem but I can’t. God knows
I’m not good at ending things. I mean – I can’t
do anything right but middle. When you were
a jeweled shell of flight in my palm, I knew
how to make wishes that wouldn’t crack through
your frail spine. Now I just want to be free.

Now you’re a storm-crushed prism staining
my white teeth. I mean – I’m not sorry.
I don’t love you anymore. Goodbye.
So...I'm not in love with him anymore. Please feel free to tell me if this is crap by the way.
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TheGreatSpyExperim Nov 10, 2013  Student Writer
"a jewelled shell of flight in my palm", beautiful. One thing that I grabbed my attention today :) 
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winterkate Jan 19, 2014  Student Writer
Thank you! I'm really glad that you liked the poem!
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Nullibicity Jul 12, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Oh my god. There is just so much that I love about this. Where do I even start?

three weeks I hoped
for some kind(ness) of hurricane, so we could recalculate
in the aftermath, and nobody would blame me then for judging
that we came up empty.

I LOVED the fact you put (ness) in parenthesis, offering another view of it. Almost as if you were begging for it in a certain way. That fact alone just blew me away. The last two lines then just blew me to bits. You really do have a way with words! It is raw, but it is also constructed so beautifully that if I had to compare it to something, it would be those old, gorgeous paintings of angels and such they used to put on the ceilings. Your words just seem to hold this regal feel due to the immense beauty packed within each letter. It's stunning!

There is just so much within this poem that catches thoughts and words within my throat. I choke on them. This line, in particular, forced me to stop and just remember to breathe: "all the time you caught me when I wanted to fall." What complicated, warring sentiments within this line. It stirred moths in my chest, because I think this feeling and I may have passed each other once. Just... I'm so sorry that I can never organize my thoughts in these comments. You just write so incredibly beautifully. I cannot say enough how much I love to read these words you write <3 <3
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winterkate Jan 19, 2014  Student Writer
I'm so happy that you liked my poem this much! It's really the greatest compliment someone like me can get, to have someone care enough to write so much and so fervently about my work. I've been off here for a while, or I would have thanked you sooner, but really...people like you are what keeps me coming back here.
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flummo Feb 23, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
"three weeks I hoped
for some kind(ness) of hurricane, so we could recalculate
in the aftermath, and nobody would blame me then for judging
that we came up empty."

"And I should end this poem but I can’t. God knows
I’m not good at ending things. I mean – I can’t
do anything right but middle. When you were
a jeweled shell of flight in my palm, I knew
how to make wishes that wouldn’t crack through
your frail spine. Now I just want to be free."


beauty, beauty, beauty.

Not crap at all, love. Have you talked to him yet?
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winterkate Feb 23, 2013  Student Writer
Yeah... it was difficult. Thank you for the compliments :) I'll be alright and he will too.
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flummo Feb 24, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
:huggle:
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winterkate Mar 5, 2013  Student Writer
:glomp:
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neonsquiggle Feb 22, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Oh, this is lovely.
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winterkate Feb 23, 2013  Student Writer
Thank you so much! :heart:
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