exorcism

I miss the way I was before you
My innocent face in photos
Unkissed, untouched by you
I love my eyes that hasn't looked into your eyes
I love my hands didn't hold by yours
I want to be cleansed from you
Not enough to delete photos
Not enough to delete messages
I need an exorcism

Reviews

[A.H.]

we all need cleansing, time to time. but, love can hurt as much as it can heal. this is powerfully expressed write. this feeling of trying to unbecome, unseen, undo what happened is truly needed to start back on a clean slate. writing is a great outlet to emotions and hope this one made you feel lighter. thanks for sharing. wish you well, always - Abhi

[Beren]

Every time i write something new I feel like something bad left my body, i think we writers are lucky cause of that.
Thank you so much for taking time to read and comment, I appreciated it. I missed your reviews!!!

[A.H.]

you're most welcome! :)

[apennylate]

I feel an exorcism is the only way to cleanse a vengeful spirit... that or death...
The finality of fire, the pang of the absolute.
We block just to pine, pine just to carve out immutable time against our heart.
Sadly written...

[Beren]

I'm glad to see you here:)
You are a legend to use words, you are one of a kind.
Thank you so much for your time,

[apennylate]

Ahh, no problem!
You are a legend! Thanks for the kindness

[redzone]

I don't think you ever really get over someone you have loved, even after an exorcism. For me, and where your poem took me, is, am I a better person because of this love? Have I grown and better understood what I want out of a love? If we can do this, I believe we can recapture that smile in the photos, even if that love was toxic. And here is a question, if this poem is something very personal, more autobiographical, Have you grown? Do you see your own self-worth, so that the next time you love, that kiss will be for the first time!!

Thanks for sharing your poem Berenongur
Curt

[Beren]

You're absolutely right. It's just a process that passes with time. At first it's easy to believe that you'll never love again and never be happy again, but one day you hear the same song again and you're like, "Hey I was happy back then, this song doesn't hurt anymore, I'm happy without him and it's a really good song." You can think of it like the stages of grief, at first denial and anger parts can not accept the loss. But then you accept, It passes with time and makes you a better lover for yourself and for the next one.

Thank you so much for your time sir, have a nice evening...

[Ken Simm.]

There are times when I could so empathise with this stiringly written poem.

[Beren]

Hope you won't ever feel like this again... thank you for reading and paying attention

[Ken Simm.]

At least I could spell then.

[Arundass TP]

Exorcism ....zi thought it as horrific poem, but I saw it just your wish. A wishful poem. Nicely written

[Beren]

Ah, it's not horrific, it's just... sad.
Thank you for your time sir

[Amy R]

Wow, what a powerful write,
a cleanse, we all feel this way after something so sweet turned black, but the sad reality it isn't so easy to just let go or forget quickly. It takes a whole lot of time,
Nicely penned... thanks for sharing
-Amy

[Beren]

Something felt so holy turned into that... thank you for your attention, I love your work.

[Everett Dulin]

A part of me for a part of you. Unfortunately alls fair in love and war. Beautifully written as always friend.

[Beren]

its been a month now... hope you are better. i know you understand me well. and thank you so much, your review is important for me especially if its something about love.

[Marie]

Wow! An unpolished look at love through the poet's eyes is sublimely inked in this poem. It is so easy to get lost in love, to lose oneself in another, only to be left aside. A very poignant write in which the poetess wishes she could return back in time to before she met her love. She wants to get him out of her life, but not badly enough, because she wants to keep his texts, photo's and messages. The exorcism will never be effective until the texts, photo's, messages are erased, and only the memories of bitter-sweet times remain. Amazing write, so well expressed! Thank you for sharing, Berenongur...

[Beren]

I was looking at pictures of myself before I met someone and damn I was so happy and beautiful. Then all of a sudden there are traces of vague memories on my face, traces of another hand on my face. There is a feeling in my eyes of having looked into someone else's eyes... Yes, you can't just wash yourself clean with soap and water. You can't wash yourself clean by burning with fire. As the anger and resentment inside you grows, you need a greater strength to overcome it.
Thank you so much dearest Marie, your review matters a lot for me...

[Marie]

Most welcome always, Berenongur...

[emmajoygreen]

Love can hurt, missing love can hurt. Love is the height and depth of living, One can't escape, one doesn't want to.. living is the spine of people's existance - or can be, right or wrong. Your poetry is raw yet.. supremely frank. Fine writing.. sadness tinged with regret for having the pleasure you wanted - big BUT!

[Beren]

sadness tinged with regret for having the pleasure you wanted... you know how to hurt me well...
read moresadness tinged with regret for having the pleasure you wanted... you know how to hurt me well...
thank you for your time

[CRISHAM]

This poem powerfully captures the raw emotion of longing for one's former self before love left its mark. It speaks to the deep desire to reclaim innocence and purity after a relationship that has left a lasting emotional impact. Love here is portrayed not as a source of joy, but as something that alters and consumes, leaving the speaker yearning for a sense of cleansing and release. The intensity of the emotion reflects the profound effect love can have on one's identity and sense of self.

[Beren]

yes this is exaclty what it is. thank you for your time

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Some loves can take us over like a devil inhabiting our heart.

[Beren]

Sometimes we love the wrong person, it's okay. It's only makes us better.