Interwoven between sadness and hope
I think of the bluebells by the lake
When the sky grows dark and I'm alone
With no levee, I close my eyes and drift off
In a painting I see a vision of you
Listening to the piano and smoking a cigarette
I watch as the waves wash ashore
And I regret never reaching out to hear your voice
Now I'll never know the way you felt
How it feels to be alive
How it feels to be alive
Everywhere I go I see you, I remember you
In my childhood bedroom
I miss you more than you would ever know
I fucking hate that coffee shop
Where I cried and you wrote, "I love you"
And everything was stagnant
And we had nothing much to celebrate
And I never know how to quit my bad habits
So I always self-destruct.
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Author:
Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
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It will get better with time, at least I hope so, dear friend....
I only have hope
Yes, I've tried to self-destruct most of my life because of THEM. But guess what? It didn't work. And now I'm coming out the other side of it...
I'm past the point of self-destruction lol
I think I was crying in that same coffee shop that day! Yes, been there felt that. I like how you cut the poem in half with a little chorus. Somewhat like a Greek chorus making sure the audience is paying attention! Thanks for making me hurt! Its so beautifully relatable.
Funny cause recently I've been writing like this just not dumping everything here. Really into refrains especially at the moment also, a little Greek chorus as you say
PS I am often reminded that the word "regret" is probably the most salient, painful word in the language. The word is a poem all by itself.
Regret - the ghost that haunts me
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