i'm all used up on the story-telling by Ava Blu
I can’t help but remember
how big your hands were
I thought there was no way those hands
could bring about a soul
as far gone as mine
and I don’t think I was wrong
driving hours through the night
just for a chance of someone holding
the last piece of my heart
was always enough to drag me out of bed
now I wait for a text message from a stranger
living in California
and only looking to chat for a few minutes
while he waits for his ride
those are the people that will let me inside
but won’t touch any part
that is too visible
your hands could cover my eyes
and I think I’d still see light
even though I’d rather not see at all
I’ve got scars that prove nothing,
that I think I probably inflicted on myself
and pretended it was someone else
my mother never noticed that
but she was quick to see when
I forgot to put on the same two socks
I blamed a lot on the dryer,
telling stories to my older cousins at 2 in the morning,
watching their eyes move when I said a dirty word
they would use me,
I know,
but there was something disturbingly satisfying
about being in charge
I know how to fake a bruised ego
and wear my pride like the badge
someone else threw away
but I still can’t dance
to a single tune.
03/01/2009 Author's Note: but they'll still want one
Posted on 03/01/2009 Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/01/09 at 09:11 PM A wonderful mix of storytelling (the first half in particular) and personal revelations (the second half especially). Your best poems always hit both of those marks and seemingly make it look too easy to the rest of us. Startling, beautifully written and endlessly fascinating. |
Posted by Joe Cramer on 03/01/09 at 11:46 PM ... this is so wonderful.... |
Posted by Nanette Bellman on 03/02/09 at 12:22 AM don't you wish people want something more from you then just your stories? don't you ever want them to become characters in those stories. i know i do. |
Posted by Jo Halliday on 05/04/09 at 03:11 AM yes, a life a self-realization an other-realization, all all in this one. Again superb! |
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