Arrector Pili

by Chelsey   Oct 9, 2015


You're the one thing that can't be resolved.
The one person who ruptured my heart to break.
You're every hour on the clock; giving me a time
I remember-
Be it a.m or p.m
Be it painful or re-stimulating.

I hate that these fingers have been paralyzed
(by choice), refusing to compose anything that would
give you credit for stolen emotions, and if I could
be completely honest, I want them back. You don't
deserve them...and I don't deserve the emptiness.

I know you're dying inside to make up for what
is now lost, but I am not a favorite book you go
back and pick up to read. I am not a favorite
blanket you pick up and use when you need
security and a good nights rest. I am not a
"fall back" on type of lover.

Yet I'm back in fall, just like last year, and
its cold again. You're gone again. And these
goosebumps miss your body heat.

Or did they rise because of fright?
Scared that I'll never be able to love you the same...
or anyone else for that matter.

*The arrector pili muscle is the muscle that causes the hair to stand on end causing what we know as "goosebumps"

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  • 2 years ago

    by Yakari Gabriel

    "Yet I'm back in fall, just like last year, and
    its cold again. You're gone again. And these
    goosebumps miss your body heat."

    ...when you finally live somewhere in the world
    with this weather, the poem makes me ache more.

    its really really cold chels, lets cuddle :(

    • 2 years ago

      by Chelsey

      Down for the cuddle.... Hold me first, then I'll hold you.
      Fleece blankets and chick flicks. and I prefer to fall asleep in your hair lol

  • 2 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Wow, I had no idea, thanks for the lesson as well as a lovely poem.

    I think my favourite stanza is battling with yourself not to write about someone who caused you pain, because you want to show that they are not worth your tears, your time or your pain, but sometimes that is hard to hide.

    You have created a great flow to the poem, and the tone is steady throughout.

    Also loved the metaphors of the book and blanket, you are not something to be picked up and used whenever they feel like it.

    Great work, nice to read from you again

  • 2 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Chelsey
    Brilliant and enlightening title and wonderful poem, again so full of wonderful description it really is remarkable. I love the play of "fall" in this piece and ".....refusing to compose anything that would give you credit for stolen emotions...." - brilliant line.
    Another great poem and all the best,
    Ben