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[ginlune]

Most of the time

I miss him so much I could cry
until that sixty percent of me that's water
rushes up and pours out
leaving nothing but a mass of pulp and bone
and a bucket full of what once was love
all over the cold linoleum floor.

Comments

[lauraneato]

Over the years, I've found poetry to be mostly unoriginal, meaningless, the same message said in more and more jargon-like outdated and confusing lines.... but I think this is one of the only exceptions.

I not only understood every word of this, but I can relate on so many levels. This is one of the best poems I've read in a long time.... as in, years. I know it hurts to even think of bringing this poetry out to the public because it's so personal, but I really think you should try entering it in a poetry anthology.

Beautiful words.

[ginlune]

I haven't checked my LJ in so long that I only just read your comment. Thank you so much. I really appreciate that.

And yeah, the way a lot of people think of/write poetry makes me want to punch something.

[j_isfour_jackie]

i feel how you feel

[ginlune]

I need to check my LJ more often. Sorry for the silence, and <3.

[j_isfour_jackie]

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