The Last Words I'll Ever Write ((Dear Poetry))

by Brookie   Feb 9, 2015

I haven't known you, poetry, in quite a while.
Still your chilling memory floats on in me
on the parchments that I used to scribbled on
in the dark confines of what some would call

A Memory.

I still wonder if you remember what it's like
to have lips that were as sweet as strawberries
or if every kiss you've shared to the world
was as fond as the secrets I wrote underneath

Your Skin.

Late night confessions under broken bottles
of the remains of lust brings me back to
the humble beginnings that we shared,
how many times have I failed to write you

My Promise.

So I'll pick up the pen one more time
to try to bring back the innocence that I had
before I spilt ink on your torn pages,
to bring back the hopes that once lived in

A Dreamer.


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  • 3 years ago

    by DirgeVenustas

    That was awesome. The comparisons you used were very unique and really painted a picture. You kept it going story wise very well and kept it vague enough to be very open. It inspires the idea of really saying goodbye to poetry as an entity, almost as a friend but very well be the writers swan song. 10/10.

  • 3 years ago

    by BlueJay

    And I can still read this every day and find yet a note her meaning in it, but you wrote it when you were drunk or broken, didn't you love? That's how all the best poems are written, and the only reason I haven't commented until now is because this one is something I'm just too afraid to read too much into.

    I miss you.

    Well written. Honestly. Very well written.

  • 4 years ago

    by Beautiful Tragedy

    Aww. this is really good.

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