The Air is Dry and I Can Already Taste Blood

I remember it warm and golden

hands on my skin

the feel of autumn

the way the time dripped slow and amber

like honey catching light.

 

In the swirl of this and that

I lost myself in you

and when you disconnected

it startled me with a jolt

so fierce my cry was silent

sobbing dry air harsh in my lungs.

 

 

Your words, your lies, your lips (the way they tasted, the words they whispered)

you took off with all I had to give

drained me of all I had left.

Even if you offered it back

I wouldn't want it

save it as a trophy showing your conquest

of the girl who fell for everything twice

while you stole away untouched again.

 

Breathing now is acute, piercing

and painful not because of you

but the knowladge of my stupidity.

When love simply allows you to get hurt

by the one you hold dear, then I have no want

of the thrashing, painful cuts it bestows.

 

Or the trickery and lies it tells

as it falls from young mens lips

a jolting reminder to never fall

that deep again.

 

Warm and golden, fractured amber, honey sweet

catching light

such a beautiful masqurade.

 

 

Reviews

[SquinklaPsyOps]

Your writing style brings it all together very nicely.

Will definitely read it again.

[Gobinder Singh Dhindsa]

Beautiful.. Pen On.. Do u read mine 2 Time, Why? and who is a poet.. If possible then give ur reviews..

Regards,
Lucky

[Perry]

wow, so relevant, something almost everyone has to feel at some point in there lives. Love is pain and betrayal goes into that category. With every love comes a loss yet with every loss comes a new beginning, can be seen as a hardening of the skin i guess, for whatever reason these things happen even when intentions can be as pure as the blue sky, people hurt people even when it is a person who cares about you more than anybody else. What about that person who went out on a limb to delve so deep and so vulnerable just to be cut down in all trust, well that person learns and grows and once the pain is felt another day dawns. hmmm, got me thinking and I really know this feeling at the same time I've dealt it to another, beautiful sorrow, it can go so many ways from here once the knife has been put in place.. how do you remove it and if you even do remove it what will you do with the knife? will you allow your wound to heal or will you pick at it for the rest of your life? once the wound heals and grows scarred and callused will you move on or will it just be a constent reminder? will it be a constant reminder of the pain or how you survived the pain and still pushed on? ect ect ect wow, didn't mean to go off on a tangent but you really got me thinkin >.< I loved so many things about how you wrote this and that too I can go on for days about but I'll leave you with knowing that your piece of work has inspired a whole realm of thoughts that will be heavy on my mind.. thanks for sharing

[J. E. Barry]

After taking nearly two years off and away from the site, I'm (hopefully) back to review/write in earnest. I remembered, in particular, all of your poems and how meaningful and well-constructed they were. I'm glad to see that nothing has changed in the past couple of years. This poem was excellent.
I admire your writing style for its "meaningful simplicity." Throughout this entire piece, you chose to write only with simple language and accessible sentence structure. But, at the same time, the words you chose were meaningful, wise, and profound.

When love simply allows you to get hurt

by the one you hold dear, then I have no want

of the thrashing, painful cuts it bestows.

Perhaps people should reconsider the saying, "Wisdom is slow and comes but late."
Great writing, yet again.

[bluessadmood]

In the swirl of this and that..I lost myself in you..and when you disconnected..it startled me with a jolt
so fierce my cry was silent..sobbing dry air harsh in my lungs.
you took off with all I had to give..drained me of all I had left.
but the knowledge of my stupidity.When love simply allows you to get hurt
i will remember well never to fall in love like this again..this deep ..never again..
very bitter feelings ,but so true,unfortunately love could hurt a lot..thats how it is..
lovely write..

[samdraMAYHEM]

Really well written, it shows your emotions really well,
aside from a few grammar errors, I score it an 8.
(I'm rating all the poems in my contest between 1-10)

[jessfoundwonder]

"of the girl who fell for everything twice"
that's really amazing. I felt like you wrote this for me.

[Last Lying Look]

"Even if you offered it back
I wouldn't want it
save it as a trophy showing your conquest
of the girl who fell for everything twice
while you stole away untouched again."

That line really got to me. I sometimes look at myself as the girl who fell for everything twice.
This is such an amazing piece.
I look forward to reading more of your writing

-Elissa :)

[Lady Lazarus.]

Or the trickery and lies it tells
as it falls from young mens lips
a jolting reminder to never fall
that deep again.


this is a piece of genius.
you write with such a sad young voice thats wise beyond the years.
your word choice and descriptions bring the poem to life and you can feel every line.
beautiful.