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labeling the end of an era
by Ava Blu
when i read how great things were, the words i used,
the way it came together...
i know it was all because of being around you.
and this, this may be the truly great loss of the year,
the one that could easily eat its way through your brain by way of your heart;
the one i thought had something to do with me, but now
it's obvious there was a different sort of voice bouncing around and i
cannot claim it.
i could always spin stories, right? twist it all. make it real.
no, make it sound real, that is.
your words haunt,
is one cliche way of putting it.
more precisely, your words killed me.
you think i am why you will never love again and i think you may be why
i can never write without picturing you.
i can't remove your thoughts from my throat.
i can't see a face without remembering yours.
the great loss of the year, the great depressing moment of clarity
when you realize how over it is.
i can take those images and spin them to be the greatest love that ever did live
but i can't claim something that just isn't true.
03/17/2011 Posted on 03/17/2011
Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by JJ Johnson on 03/17/11 at 04:31 PM I have felt this way a few times and each time I thought I would never be able to love again. The last one took me over a year before I was finally able to let go of the yearning. I can't believe I still wanted her at all after what she did, after how much I hated her. But it has passed again and now I suspect I will fall in love again, even though just a month ago I was still clinging to feelings I kept trying to hard to stop feeling. jj |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 03/20/11 at 01:39 PM ...this piece feels so cathartic, whatever was murky at the outset has settled into a clarity by the end, kudos for that kind of evolution in such a short piece...especially liked: and this, this may be the truly great loss of the year,/ the one that could easily eat its way through your brain by way of your heart;—stellar image girly! You are a mainstay in the library of those I read, for many reasons, for all the inspiration and humanity you spill over...in some ways we are kin...peace to u poet, jewels xoxo |
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