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there aren't enough pills in the world to make me miss you
by Ava Blui seem to wear out every welcome home
but they always say that even when i've only been gone a few hours
every time i leave, they wonder if i'll ever come back
i always have a bag packed, my trunk looks like a closet
and my car always has a full tank of gas
you think they're sincere with the welcoming, don't you
they aren't
any of them at any moment are secretly plotting to take me out
but they'll smile anyway
and congratulate me on fitting into a size 10 dress
they don't remember the last time i was smaller than them
but i do
i was 12 and wearing a dress for my sister's wedding
because our other sister got pissed off and opted out of being in the wedding
they don't think i'll finish school this time either
that doesn't stop them from writing poems about the good days we used to have
and how my voice was sexiest when i was bleeding in their bathtub
a few more pills down and i can finally tell you i hate you
but the moment passed and my throat was too sore to speak
there aren't 15 new facts about me that anyone really wants to know
somewhere in the last four months i learned how to love jazz and pretend to know how to tango
your two left feet were moving in the same direction
and i had to side-step to get away
i think my memory of what went down is different from yours
i remember the fire
but you don't seem to remember the rain. 01/04/2011 Posted on 01/04/2011
Copyright © 2026 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 01/04/11 at 04:55 PM the title really hit home for me for different (and unimportant reasons) but the raw nature of the poem kept me reading...very intense ~JPP |
| Posted by Sarah Wolf on 01/04/11 at 07:24 PM Awesome write Ava |
| Posted by Timothy Wilson on 01/10/11 at 06:44 AM The title is awesome. And your writing... there's no words for as always. very cool. |
| Posted by Brynn Dizack on 01/25/11 at 04:43 PM "i seem to wear out every welcome home"
oh...oh. |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 02/23/11 at 10:11 PM this piece is soo awesome! and what a title! damn |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 04/13/11 at 03:36 PM I've found it, by God... This is one of your poems that I've really felt in my gut. Reminds me of my own story, could be from my own story, and there's the heart of the matter, Ava. Since I don't have this particular kind of word-skill you have, I know I can count on you to write the nature of things that have jolted me.
PS - my trunk looks like a closet and my car always has a full tank of gas - is for real with me - never thought it could sound so poetic.
< sigh of relief > |
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