Hurricane - Mindy Smith
- Yes, I've been posting a lot this June.
(First thing first I'm a realest. lol joke) OKAY, fist I want to answer someones question and it was about my blogging. How can I write such a relatable poems? Well, It was because if I'm writing it I can feel the pain, I write poem mostly when I'm sad and feel broken because writing a poem help me so much. I'm not that kind of girl that always call up her bestfriend and open about her sadness over these guy, that couples, that friends or family. For me it's easier to explain my feelings by writing poems. Did I already experience it? Some of my poem was mostly about my past, my experience of being heartbroken and being loved, but SOME of my poem I didn't really experience it. Then where did my thoughts came from? I have a lot of friends that had a boyfriend and girlfriend, sometimes when we talk they open up about their lovers and just keep telling me their story, after that words of my thoughts just running around my head then later on I will grab a piece of paper and write it or sometimes just in phone. The other poem is about love story I've read or watch, and some are just my imaginary. Is it easy to write a poem? No, its not really that easy but when you're really on the mood of writing it you can do it in fastest way because all you can do is just express your feelings on the paper. (:
August. I was lost and trying to remember how to forget about broken love and severed heart strings. I found you on the first floor of that party while I was looking for someone else. I never thought of dancing but when you asked, my beer tainted lips quivered themselves into a smile as I nodded at you.
September. I was reserved but risk was your middle name. Your bold, bad-boy beauty was enticing. And I wanted it, all of it. I took a chance on you, plunging heart first with no idea what I was getting into. I still don't know if I love you or what I know you could be if you pulled yourself together. I'd like to think it's both.
October. The closest month we shared to purr bliss. We fight every day but it never felt like it then. We learned the curves of each other's bodies and explored the crevices of one another minds. I wasn't scared anymore.
November. You were telling me I should trust you for eternities and that's how long I wanted to spend with you. You undid me the way you'd been undone and I feel love in your touch I felt it. The loss of my innocence was bittering in the way I could never be the girl I was again, but there was no one I'd rather have given that piece of me to.
December. Time apart from loved ones has always been humbling to me because you are that much more appreciative of what you have. I wrote poems for the way I missed you and I let you read. That is the other piece of me I gave to you that I have never given to anyone else. You are the first subject of my work who has seen it.
January. The way we reunited has never contained any sparks; it's always been a full-fledged, three alarm fire. The touch of your lips on my forehead was all I ever needed, love. I know you never understood, but this love has become everything to me, and here I stand prepared to let it fully consume my being.
February. It is dark and the days were still short and that is how I felt. Our days were marked by sadness and the everlasting presence of my short fuse. We made unforgivably regrettable mistakes. I haven't forgiven myself yet and I'm not sure I ever will. And that was when I tried to leave you for the first time.
March. I gave you my initial bracelet to wear so you would think of me in our time apart. You had it ob while you kissed two other people. I cannot find the words to write about that.
April. The sweatshirt you let me wear in October that I decided I was never going to give back doesn't smell like you anymore which means there is no point in me wearing it. Every trace of your scent is now overpowered by my own. It smells like my hair and looks slightly more faded. It is like us. We have lost every trace of who we were supposed to be together and individually; I am faded. I need to be alone. I need to be alone. I need to be alone.
I don't know how to leave?
- N xx
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