Rape of The Romantic

Bleh random writings

Those fleeting moment

That carried your soft lips

To mine.

Those long moonlit nights,

That guided you so

                                   Deep inside.

They've gone,

And seem so far away.

The ache that throbs

Within my torn walls;

The only evidence that you

Were here at all…

Your smell still seems

To cling to something close,

Something I can’t reach

That thing you ruthlessly broke.

Those bitter moments

When with kisses you hid

          My loneliness,

Those endless nights,

When you made me feel,

         So glorious,

Have gone,

And left me with nothing. 

A heart heavy with regret,

A gut twisted so guiltily;

All I’ve left to remember you by,

And what you did to me. 

My lips are still numb from your kisses,

And my body is still sore,

But somehow I’d been left to hope,

There would be something more.

Those crushing moments

When you simply,

              Turned away,

Those long empty nights,

That had me wondering why,

      I stayed…

Are far gone,

And soon, I hope to forget,

The sinking feeling,

That you gave me,

When you stripped me,

Of my innocence. 

Reviews

[annabellee]

My lips are still numb from your kisses,
And my body is still sore,
But somehow I’d been left to hope,
There would be something more.
Loved these lines, so powerful, emotional and well written just like the rest of the poem.
Keep up the good work :)

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

This is an excellent piece... your emotions come to life here, its saddening but real!

[Adora.xo]

Thank you kindly :)

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

It was a pleasure.

[JC]

deep, raw and real...flowed so well and felt effortless because your so true to us

[Ezel_Amaru]

Great wordplay , visuals flashed in key lines. The topic intrigued me, the writing captured me.I very much enjoyed this read.

[MOON]

Beautiful poignant write, love weakens , the resolve it takes the innocence away. Lovely flow.

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T..]

In this you must be your own best critic. There is too much to see, too much to imagine and not be left wondering about the who, the how and the why of it all. Should one focus on form, content or more dangerously - read between the lines and ponder, perhaps, on the soul that is thine?

[Adora.xo]

I suppose when reading between the lines, the reader can come to any conclusion... and I was hoping to make the pain of this topic blatantly obvious. There is weariness that comes with the loss of innocence, and I'm afraid I am but coming to terms with that. I suppose it's safe to assume you didn't dislike this piece...?

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T. Serrat]

I admire it on many levels, of that you may be sure. I'm sorry for my vague meanderings but you may consider it a form of self-protection from the raw ferocity of this piece. It wounds this reader, much as it seems to wound the writer; and this shared pain is almost too much to bear.

[Adora.xo]

I'm glad you enjoyed it, and I'm sorry it hurt you... It's quite a sad topic indeed, but not an uncommon thing to occur. It seems innocence has lost its value, as innovation has taken its place.

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T. Serrat]

That is a curious contrast you've drawn... innocence versus innovation. I am wondering why you chose the word innovation as a replacement token for innocence?

[Adora.xo]

Well, the way I see it sometimes, in this day and age "innocence" is not valued very much in anyone over the age of 12, but what IS valued in a teenager or adult, is their ability to succeed in a world in which innovation is the key word. To put it into a crude anecdote; One would be more interested in how "creative" their bed-partner can be in bed, rather than how innocent/virginal he/she is.

[Bexfinch]

I remember reading your poetry when I was about 12 it has continued to take my breath away make me thirst for more, You revel on the topic of love and innocence in whic I like back at the time you helped me try and decided what love was although some poems were graphic you make making love or acts of romance beautiful

[Adora.xo]

Thank you so much! I'm flattered that you remember my older works, and still enjoy my writing today ^^

[The Lone Wolf Prose]

A heart-wrenching tale truly...the use of slant rhymes were cleverly used in this poem. Sometimes the flow seemed a bit stretched but I felt the piece overall followed through. In some ways I could almost feel the heartbeat pacing and marching its last...slowing at the end as the revelation that all was lost and still isn't quite forgotten is reveled. Bitter and sad... Thank you for sharing and reminding us all that in a little way...a little piece of us is lost somehow throughout this life...but must try to press on.

Look forward to more

LW

[Coyote Poetry]

It is sad when we learn love can be painful. One mistake can erase days and nights of love. I like the description in the poem. leading the reader to a very sad ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote