Okay so poetry today. I wrote a very bad poem about an ex. It started last night before I went to bed and confessed that I missed him, to myself, even though it's been years and years. I know he never felt strongly for me but I still think he is one of the best people I have ever meet. I like unique and offbeat and he was that indeed. I find the more "off the beaten" path you are the more interesting. As I have grown older and been around many different people I have come to cherish the ones who stand up and quietly shout that different is not all that bad. I, over the last few years, have began to be more choosy in my friends. Okay enough of the over the top anthem of "individuality" alas the very bad poem:
The first time I saw you
a blond mexican
standing
surveying
I, the chubby redhead
staring
stumbling
We glanced at each other
i forgot
Next time
same sequence
But
i remembered
you cut your hair
Coupled eventually
mostly not but some
Different world
you were the center of mine
i was a stranger in yours
When you left
the cuts appeared
Scars are my memories
of times that have past
a bloody mess
till
white rippled old and ragged
forms morphed
a reminder of time
crescent shaped
you gave me
in a wrestling match
vertical ones
I gave
myself
when you found her.
It is actually a few more pages so I think I won't be so personal now, after all I do not know who is reading this.
Call me stalker or appreciative,
MM
P.S. I spell very badly!!!!
P.P.S. <3XOXO
