I'm so sorry

I'm so sorry

A Poem by Josephine

It's been almost a year but I can still feel your words, how they cut me so deeply. Wounds so deep the tissue appears as if it will never heal. The wounds are still there just like your scent. I stated to wear perfume after you to try and get rid of that smell but it's as if it's a part of me. I scrub my skin raw hoping to erase your fingerprints but I think they're left on my soul. I haven't seen you, truly seen you in months, I can't remember the way your voice sounds when you told me you cared for me even though I hear you saying it over and over in my head until I become nauseous and puke up everything but our memories. Hell even my vodka and tonic tastes like you do. I can't drink enough, swallow enough, kiss enough to get the taste of you out of my mouth. Sometimes guys will smile at me and I think I'll forget about you but there you are in the background whispering to stay. You're in my dreams, in my heart, under my fingernails, and taking up space in my mind. I loved you, still love you and I'm so sorry but you can't stay here anymore.

© 2014 Josephine


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Josephine
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I love it, I mean it's good to be so loved actually but we are all better people when we have that balance between proximity and intimacy versus coolness and distance. It is a balancing act all men and women must work at in spiritual elation and confluence. I love how immediate and passionate and honest you are to describe or record your feelings at that precise moment; when such is not captured we may forget or be unaware of such feelings. It seems to be the mystery of the written page to make sense of such, or in any case explain to others. Sometimes I long for the opposite of this, for the man to beg for me in earnest, but such is not my lot currently; so it is the wanting of what we do not have that causes such a desire for understanding. "Life moving by too quickly...".."We all getting older too quickly..."

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Josephine

10 Years Ago

Thankyou so much for your opinion! Very insightful.



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I love it, I mean it's good to be so loved actually but we are all better people when we have that balance between proximity and intimacy versus coolness and distance. It is a balancing act all men and women must work at in spiritual elation and confluence. I love how immediate and passionate and honest you are to describe or record your feelings at that precise moment; when such is not captured we may forget or be unaware of such feelings. It seems to be the mystery of the written page to make sense of such, or in any case explain to others. Sometimes I long for the opposite of this, for the man to beg for me in earnest, but such is not my lot currently; so it is the wanting of what we do not have that causes such a desire for understanding. "Life moving by too quickly...".."We all getting older too quickly..."

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Josephine

10 Years Ago

Thankyou so much for your opinion! Very insightful.

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Added on October 8, 2014
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