Cough Drops and Flying.

I used to hold cough drops tight in my palms, and you'd laugh when the colours stained my skin,
but I told you that maybe one day you'd see how brightly I could shine,
and how maybe one day enough sugared coating would seep into my veins that I'd be prettier than any rainbow you'd ever seen.
[I'll even be prettier than the oil spill underneath your mothers rosebush.]

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and I told you I didn't want to talk anymore, because my thoughts never made sense.
You asked me to give you life in messy abundance,
to talk until my jaw ached and you gave up trying to understand, and to stop brushing my hair until it hung straight against my shoulders.
[So I'll just tie my curls with your favourite wristband, and we'll scramble sentences with precision and a thesaurus.]

--

and I wiped my eyes until they were pink and sore, and I told you I wouldn't cry anymore.
You said it was okay because my eyes glistened just right when I did,
that they looked more blue than green,
and yes, blue's better because no one wants to fly when the sky's black anyway.
[Well maybe you do, but you're only flying for the crash.]

Reviews

[Marlena]

Excellent. I loved it. The rambling tone and kind of careless way this all pours out is almost overwhelming. Great work.

[tarasov]

I love the ideas in this poem. It has metaphors and great thoughts. It flows well and the way you has the last line at the end of each stanza kind of separated made it stand out more. the poem made me think and ponder at the meaning and the story. the narrator of the poem is easy to relate to but also has a very unique personality.
I loved it! keep writing :D