He did not remind me of big pretty things like the moon. He did not remind me of the sacrifices people have made for love. He did not remind me of the stars lighting of the night sky, or the warmth of the campfire or the wolf howling for the moon. He wasn’t the night in shining armour saving me from this terrible terrible world. He wasn’t my prince charming, he did not kiss me back to life.
I have done all of that for myself. I did not need someone to fill those cracks in my heart, to make blood flood my cheeks, to clean those thoughts in my head. I did not need someone who made me feel incomplete to make me feel complete. Cause I know all that is bullshit. I am complete. I needed someone to stay. That is it. And sometimes, Lucifer does listen to you.
He was everything. His kiss was caffeine for me, waking up every cell of my body. His eyes nicotine for me, irresistible. His words had the effect of champagne, soft and sweet on happy occasions. On days when words failed him, his silence was Scotch, burning my throat. His laugh was weed that I always got high on. He was the drug I had at five in the morning, and the drinks I had at seven in the evening.
He reminded me of sunburns and dirty plates and empty boxes. He reminded me of sofas that have been jumped on too hard, and clubs where we made out. He reminded me of cassettes of old music, and books about war. He reminded me of jackets on a cold night, and kisses on a rainy day. He reminded me of movies we watched as we cuddled in a blanket too small for both of us.
He reminded me of sweat, shoulders and crumbs. He reminded me of conversations on things that don’t even exist. He reminded me of tan lines, dirty pillowcases and T-shirts. He reminded me of closed doors and lost keys and eyes too tired to stay open on the terrace. Not some wave moving back and forth hitting the shore or some light millions of miles away.
Yes, he was the conversation I had on the terrace as I put out my cigarette. He was the chest on which I lay my head, while cigarette buts and bra’s and shirts were thrown all around. He wasn’t some light, he was my darkness.
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Beautiful piece.
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I love how raw and gritty this poem is, you bring the darkness to life and show its power, the marks it leaves.
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Thank you.
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The imagery here is wonderful. I read it several times to make sure I missed nothing. Thanks.
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Thank you. ❤
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Beautiful and sexy.
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Thank you! ❤
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The poem intensifies as you read it, amazing. To say the least! 😬😬
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Thank you so much ❤
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So powerful.
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What we see in the dark is enlightening.
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Well written!
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Incredibly courageous writing – thank you
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Thank you, Sara!
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Bras?
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What?
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Raw. Good imagery. Made me feel so much. Thank you
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LOVED IT!!!
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Thank you, Isabel!
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Want to read more! I loved it!
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Fantastic imagery. Keeps the interest up. I enjoyed reading this.
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Great piece
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Wow, such a powerful piece of writing – I like depth – need it and you took me down to that place.
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I’m glad you liked it, Sara.
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Nice piece of writing. The language definitely evokes a mood.Respect.
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I love the way you write! Sx 🙂
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I love how you start out with Darkness and move onto each of the many things he reminds her of. Each one conveys something about him, even if she thinks of sofas that have been jumped on too hard when she thinks of him.
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Thank you!
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You are welcome!
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Intensed!
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Haha I’m glad you liked it.
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I like it, gave me goosebumps
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Thank you!
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