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Closet Doors and Hurricanes

by Megan Guimbellot

ive been drawing pictures in my head for quite some time now,
each with corresponding captions and
catchy titles, about all the ways ill never
remember your name//and ive been dining in and hiding out and i think
ive never quite wished for anything so hard as i wish for you now//making me just want to pack up and leave with the coastal winds at my back for something new..
anything that doesnt feel like your
or smell like your skin in the morning
or the way i was everything, and now im just something
to someone
who isnt you//
so fuck this town and its damn blinding lights that reflect
in the streets at night because all those roads just lead to
you and
the bed you had me in too many times to
count
the stars shining in through your bedroom window that settle on your sleeping form once ive worn you out make me think of love and you(
andlovingyou)).

but i guess girls with brown eyes and too much honesty are everywhere these days and i wasnt
oneinamillion
enough
to keep you here, safe, happy like i imagined we would be//like i was before winter came and i let you go
but im heading north
far from southern summers and the weight of you on me///
and dont worry im just fine.

02/07/2008

Author's Note: lalala lies and lies....i hate this so very much, the poem and the situation as well...gross :(

Posted on 02/08/2008
Copyright © 2020 Megan Guimbellot

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/08/08 at 05:20 AM

I like the chaos in this thing. The way it feels like the speaker keeps wanting to change the topic in mid sentence. You know, I really liked this. For what it's worth.

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