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I still smile, listening to Camila's 'Dream of You':
imagining the smoothness of your fingertips
when we danced Salsa in your living room
with my sprained ankle, clumsily spinning
across your hardwood floor.
The floor I spilled your frozen peas on, our make-shift coldpack.
The floor I drenched in water, whilst tipsily doing your dishes.
The floor you were doing push-ups on, as I tried to make you kiss me.
Your house has become my Roman Room, and I can't help
but melt into your couch again, your charming singing
echoing through your chest as I lay my head on you.
Your strong arms wrapped around my body.
You turned my poetry into prose, because reality with you
was so much better than my dreamscapes.
You were my rock, and I, your moon,
or so I thought. I guess I can't shake off
the poet inside of me, and that scared you.
So now it's time to dream again: a life without you.
I can no longer hold your rope
whilst climbing towards a new life.
("You say we're just friends,
but friends don't know the way you taste.")
One sprained ankle should've proved it all:
how I hurt myself, trying to impress you.
So I will heal, I will run again,
I will throw myself against rocks and learn
how to manoeuvre my way to self-love.
The spell of your eyes will fade,
the softness of your lips forgotten,
the story of us will pixelate.
("I wish it wasn't so damn hard to leave you.")
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* "The Roman Room technique is an ancient and effective way of remembering unstructured information where the relationship of items of information to other items of information is not important. It functions by imagining a room (e.g. your sitting room or bedroom). Within that room are objects. The technique works by associating images with those objects. To recall information, simply take a tour around the room in your mind, visualising the known objects and their associated images." https://www.academictips.org/memory/romanrom.html
** "You say we're just friends, but friends don't know the way you taste." and "I wish it wasn't so damn hard to leave you." are quotes from the song Senorita by Camila Cabello.
"I guess I can't shake off
the poet inside of me, and that scared you."
- My favorite lines in this piece! I read this as someone who is unwilling or scared to face their feelings. As poets, we often delve deeper, and sometimes people aren't ready for that, or are holding themselves back.
Love how you tie everything together with the title. Although you may still smile, still have these memories, you will continue to climb toward that new life. The reference of the sprained ankle, perhaps even self-destruction, due to the exertion of trying to prove and impress, that was powerful.
All the best to you! Very neat to include the lyrics and some personal things, that made the poem more intimate and even more a testament to the journey of moving forward, of learning and embracing self-love.