posting this makes me really anxious
how to save a life
Was no surprise
really
but still, there is no denying that
the constant, regular, expected beating
you felt in between your breasts seems
to have gone
with him and his coughs and warmth and
silly jokes and his boundless
love, with
his obvious favouritism that made you toss in
your bed late at night, a familiar smile on your lips,
the satisfaction needed to go on through the next day.
You really wish, more than anything in the world,
more than world peace -
and that three hundred and four dollar purse, brown leather, with white, bold letters -
that stories really tell do the truth and
that Heaven is a better place
because no
one
deserves better.
I don't think I have written poetry ever since second grade (My life is beautiful // My love is beautiful // I love you so much it hurts // One kiss would make everything perfect) so forgive me if this is rusty and not very coherent. I did have fun writing it, while listening to The Fray.
Comments very appreciated.
(Thank you everyone for your prompts and deadlines. Really, it does mean a lot. If you want moremoremore prompts, then commentcommentcomment.)
Before I forget, I'm thinking I'm going to delete elatin, since I post everything here anyway.