My Love Letter

A sad poem about rejection

He tore up my paper heart into a hundred pieces
Then watched as the wind scattered it like confetti all around us
And the rain acted as my tears
As it smudged my inky makeup beyond recognition
Then it was left on the wet cement to disintegrate, piece by piece



He incinerated my paper mind with a little flick of his lighter
Then in his eyes I saw the dangerous flame
As It violently scraped off the tattoos on my memory
And chalked the pavement with my ashes
Which slowly faded as the sun crawled into the deeper layers of soil



He crumpled up my paper soul into a single ball
Then shot it in the rubbish bin without even trying to
There it lay, at the bottom, in pools of dirty liquid
Where it slowly began to dissolve like aspirin in water
Now the essence of my paper self no longer dances in the breathing world




He trampled on my paper body as if he never saw it
Then quickly ran away to pretend that nothing happened
But the remnants of my tattered self was spread across the dirty surface
Where it integrated with the rest of the pollution on the planet
Now with it’s beauty extracted from it, it has become unwanted




He disregarded my paper letter because he didn’t care
Then he left me to stand there with loneliness as my only companion
While he carefully responded to the text message worth his time
And acted as if my words were invisible to his eyes
But maybe they were, since he moved on before my letter even reached his fingers

Reviews

[Chris]

Here it is still morning and actually chilled. I've coffee and your thoughts. I seldom "review" style or format - teachers do that; spellings/typo's however is a different thing as first impressions are incredibly hard to shake... this poem left a good first impression.

I tend to comment about my grasp of the thoughts presented and my own emotional understanding as they relate to me. There is such POWER in our being "noticed" in today's social actions, activities, groupings, pairings. Being PART and not apart! ACCEPTED! ...or - Ignored, over-looked, rejected ...the hurt-full, hate-full oblivion assigned to the non-existent. So very, very few consider ever thinking on their actions impacts before the doing - let alone the aftermaths. It goes for both men and women, boys and girls - it is a social dynamic that bites us all. You "defined" (quite sadly but true) what being bit ...does... to the bitten.

[Esther:)]

Thank you so much for this deeply detailed review. I appreciate it:)