Don't Forget Me

ya (bit gory)

I'm a match blown and the smoke in the still air
I'm the gentle touch on your thigh from a boy that you just met
And the gasp from his lips when he finally finishes with you in a dark, dark room.

I'm nothing but trouble: listen to me.
I'm the bright butterfly that rested on your hand when you were a little girl
For just a moment we touched, and you knew that I was love, and life, and death
And it was all there on my wings.

I'm there again at fourteen, just under your skin
You set me free with a small edge you found.

I'm the silver words that crawl around your head and scratch your eyes
The angels behind the door pout like Veronica Lake; we all just do that for fun
I'm the worms that end up in your stomach when you've left your life behind.

All the joys, all the sadness and loss and kisses and gasps of fear and pleasure are there
Blood sometimes gets on my clothes so I go to the laundromat quite a bit these days
There was never another girl like you.

Author's Note

idk the worms in your stomach line is a metaphor about a corpse and decaying, but also about feelings of intense anxiety, like when you feel sick in your stomach and your mind feels far away idk

Reviews

[Morgan Yai]

Your word choice is very nice and the rhythm was smooth. You seem like a natural. Really neat poem. Thank you for sharing it and keep up the good work!

[Amaranta]

Thanks so much!

[Antoñyo]

Wow, the imagery this forces one to have is stunning. There are some amazing moments here revealing extraordinary talent.
Thanks for sharing!

[Amaranta]

Thank you wow!! This made me so happy haha

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

well this was certainly something. I liked it, the vivid images. I see you have some books listed I will be reading those, I like to read more stories than poems but this was a nice read though gory, well not too gory

[Amaranta]

Thanks so much! I write stories and also poems whenever I feel inspired! Hopefully you enjoy my other stuff :)