please god love me.
by Eli Skipp
and then, unaware,
you ate me whole. in perfect
form you swallowed
up my pink high heels and
that ripped jacket i constantly wear
and how i can't really dance unless
i've been drinking or
am a little bit in love or
am a little bit of both.
or maybe you've been drinking.
but no, you say,
i just like to have fun and
when are we going to hang out again and
oh never, baby.
you're half my width and
can hardly speak my language and
Ft. Lauderdale has never been anything but
and my mother hates a drunkard.
and i can't play the player if
there's never been a game.
regardless of how
afar you saw me from,
thinking of all the ways to hurt you first
is a terrible way to start.
Author's Note: posted with slightly more confidence after a few encouraging words from Mr. Norm Miliken.
Posted on 06/01/2007
Copyright © 2019 Eli Skipp
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Michelle Angelini on 06/03/07 at 05:58 AM|
Elisabeth, this is an emotional winner. It tears open the tough girl image we try to have when we don't want anyone to know how much we're hurting. And like Jon says, yes there is vulnerability here, but it's not affected or forced - very innocent. Beautiful. (Norm's wonderful!)
|Posted by Jean Mollett on 06/06/07 at 01:39 AM|
Great write. I agree with Michelle. God loves you and me and everyone. Just like his son, Jesus. He loves everyone too.
|Posted by Jared Fladeland on 08/21/09 at 04:47 PM|
Sigh. I enjoyed it. Because I am attracted to hurt
|Posted by Steve Michaels on 10/10/10 at 11:34 PM|
That last stanza closes so well you should win the Cadillac!