Without by Becca MortonYou were everything to me.
and I stood there
In your arms. Breathing
In the cool, calm wind
Of the ocean. And we danced.
And laughed.
And felt things. Things that now I can’t
remember. Or was it that I
Can’t forget? Your eyes
They followed me as I left.
And I asked myself… why go when
you have so much to gain or was it
too much to lose? Too much
Like a harlot’s last dance
With the bottle. I couldn’t breathe
Around you. And the love just
Couldn’t grow. Yet I was dying
Without you. Here. Beside me.
Cold lips graze. It’s the last
Kiss. Because You could have everything
Without me.
04/28/2011 Posted on 04/28/2011 Copyright © 2025 Becca Morton
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/28/11 at 07:32 PM Nice attention to form in this. It lends a strong personality to the words themselves. |
Posted by Kristine Briese on 12/22/11 at 03:40 PM Heart-wrenching, but so beautiful, too. |
Posted by Bertram Sparagmos on 10/05/12 at 05:13 PM Very well distilled snapshot of the raw, self-deprecating nature in which love sometimes reveals itself. |
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