Pluumy-ember

I loved you

“Hey!” I will knock on your window once
And say these words
just once.
I loved your crooked ways,
The way your smile was devoid
Of sentiment.
I loved the way you couldn’t recover.
I was like a nanny to a broken child.
Your were the ebb
That made me immobile
But I still loved you, didn’t I?
Remember those dark nights,
With darker descents?
Those long talks that made no sense?
Your melancholy
That I soaked in my loyalty.
Your sweaty brow I kissed again and again in
My dreams, not a daydream or
Close to coming true.
I loved your inferiority,
I loved your descent,
I loved looking into the reflection that
Made me mad like the hatter.
On the 13th of July I cry.
On January, I missed the kiss.
On March, you broke,
You lied.
I loved the lie.
I loved the projection on the wall.
I loved myself after the storm;
The skies cleared,
The sunset was painted in pastel
And not beige.
You were my demon which I couldn’t face,
You were my lost identity
That I couldn’t trace.
It’s better you stay
A memory and not meet in flesh.
For in flesh,
I would rupture.
For I loved you dear.
Departing words of a young and departed
Adult.

  • Author: Pluumy-ember (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 19th, 2019 00:22
  • Category: Love
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  • User favorite of this poem: ANGELA & BRIAN.

Comments1

  • ANGELA & BRIAN

    HI PLUUMY-EMBER (great pen name !) Welcome to MPS it is a Great Site ~ sorry you havn*t had more comments. The WAY MPS works is we read and comment on each others POEMS and reply to comments etc. You can also add MEMBERS as Friends ~ OK. Im 35 and I live in ESSEX (UK) and I share this site with ANGELA my Fiancee !
    I loved the Structure and Subject and flow of your First Poem (more please) ! Just over 40 lines (nice length) no rhyme but plenty rhythm ! I hesitated a bit before commenting because I was trying to focus on the essence of the Poem ! In the end I decided it was a Young Adult (last line !) speaking to their TEENAGE SELF ? I have to go back 15 or more years ~ but is something I often do and meditate on the *might - have - beens* ! I too am quite fond of my Teenage Self ! There are regrets ~ Ive had a few ~ but then again ~ too few to mention ............ ! The vocabulary I loved was *crooked ways* *smile devoid of sentiment* *darker descents* *melancholy* *inferiority* *the lies* *projection on the wall* *pastel sunsets* *demon* *lost identity* *a memory* etc etc ! It reminded me so much of my LOST YOUTH which is why I chose the interpretation I did ~ OK.
    Please let me know your interpretation of the POEM ~ THANKS

    Blessings & Peace & Joy
    Yours BRIAN (UK)
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