The Nicest Thing.

by Poet on the Piano   Mar 10, 2020


I think about you, every so often, when a
90s pop song plays on the radio and how you
would choreograph the funkiest dance moves
and secret handshakes just for (us).

How we dreamed of being Victoria's Secret
models, the way we celebrated our youth
and our bodies, sexuality still a hushed
tone too sacred to acknowledge.

Our lips and words were young and naive;
we didn't know lust could be innocent
yet hold regrets and misunderstandings.
You once claimed you were an angel
and I didn't know what to say,
I wanted your divinity for myself.

I wanted you
so my soul would hunger no more.

We shared our secrets, slept with razors
in bed, wrote poems to our addictions,
too afraid and ashamed to do more
than place our problems in ink.

We couldn't predict each other.
You were in love with him and
I knew I could never indulge again.
We separated then found our way back,
currents in a whirlwind of tragedies,
gracing each other's body with
bitter herbs in the middle of the night
when

we had no one else around.

I didn't lose you this time;
I chose to leave before we decayed.

I promised myself I'd never write another poem
about a dead season,
but here, I am.

*title references one of Kate Nash's songs, one of our favorites*

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  • 1 day ago

    by Brittany Ottmo

    ***We shared our secrets, slept with razors
    in bed, wrote poems to our addictions,
    too afraid and ashamed to do more
    than place our problems in ink. ***

    This part right here. ?? Love! I don’t know why it gripped me so eagerly, maybe the part about writing poems to our addictions, but I love it. The memories, the vivid pictures you brought out with this poem, all amazing! Great Write! ????

  • 3 days ago

    by Meena Krish

    Your words bring such vivid imagery to the mind, a touching write. Congrats on the win

  • 1 week ago

    by nourayasmine

    I love this:
    "too afraid and ashamed to do more
    than place our problems in ink."

    Such a heartbreaking poem.

  • 2 weeks ago

    by Tony Grannell

    Hello, Poet on the Piano,
    Very well done, a fitting win and wholly deserved.
    Kind regards, Tony.

  • 3 weeks ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Some incredibly moving lines - innocence and unrequited love. Beautiful. Milly x

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