My Fault, Your Call

A metaphorical piece, focusing on various peaks of memory strands.

I sleep with the lights on, and write with them off.

I'd lend you my book, but I'm scared to get caught.
"I'll win her back", was once thought, then shot down,

Just like my last offer for a second round...

This of course was all your doing, and my fault.

You weren't the one who took the social fall.

I use to take pride in my step and stand tall...

(SELF-MEDICATE MAKE TODAY AN OKAY DAY)

(EXPENSIVE HOPE AND STINKY DOPE, YEAH)

(SHE WAS THE ONE, NOW I'M A DRUNK?)

(LAST I CHECKED MY HEAD ISN'T FUCKED UP)

So

  if

    you

          think

                 you suffered...

                                       you

                                             are

                                                   missing my point.

You were my candle wax.

Burnt not one but all at once...

Author's Note

OG Much love, the poem is experimental along with almost all of my work.

Reviews

[Muse]

Okay since you've just read me..you must know that I adore WORD PLAY. Brilliant in presentation. And the message is metaphorically sweet. This lacks nothing...you crafted art to roll off the tongue...and art to inspire the eyes.

A depressive write...but hell...that's what makes it all the more human.

[Chilson, Joshua]

I really enjoyed the style of this poem and not only is it metaphorical, but you painted a great visual and rode it out to the end. Oh how the candles do burn, my favorite line by far is your first "I sleep with the lights on and write with them off." This is one of the best metaphors I have seen in a long time. Great write, thanks for the request.

[DearSweetAgony]

It's sad that this poem doesn't get as much play as it should. But I thought this poem was genius. It had (as you said) many metaphorical twists, that I dearly appreciate in writing. I think that this write was brilliant! Very well written, flawless job!

[ghjckukc offcuo]

damn dude, this was pretty f*****g good