My ex self
is an ex
just as much as you are.
I don't know her anymore.
I can picture her,
but she's fuzzy around the edges.
I have this big mix of memories with her
and most of them are sad
but not all.
Most days
I can leave her alone
in that dark corner of my mind
with you
where she belongs.
But on the other days
a song
a smell
a gas station coffee
reminds me of her existence
and I'm in her arms again
or she's in mine.
I don't put my Spotify on shuffle anymore.
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Author:
SheWasTheSun (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Experimenting with ditching the rhyme scheme and my typical structure
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- Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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Comments4
I like this a lot. The last line made me laugh.
Freeing yourself from rhyme gives you more scope. After all, rhyming limits ones use of vocabulary.
I so agree, Dusk! and it can stunt
the sincerity in our creativity, as well
a little
(or maybe that's just me, lol)
I agree LBM. I do find that rhyme after rhyme does tend to make poetry too 'twee' for my taste and often quite juvenile.
We often have reminders from memories.
Andy
pitch perfect execution
really well thought-out
a fantastic ode, to introspection
(in my humble opinion)..
thanks for sharing
Impressive piece....
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