Thirteen Reasons Why You Shouldn't Tell Me Her NameA Poem by Dana Alsamsam
don't tell me her name
because it will burn the back of my throat like bile and escape my lips in whispers of 'could have been'
don't tell me her name because every time i say yours it will be mangled and poisoned with hers. the syllables of your name were always so pure when they escaped my lips don't tell me her name because the word 'you' only has one syllable but so does 'stay' and i don't know how many more painful syllables i can fit in my mouth and still remember to gargle and wash them down the drain. don't tell me her name because poetry will never make me forget the way she sounds perfect projecting from your remorseful lips. don't tell me her name because she will hide in every drag I smoke, every hit I take and every swig of cheap vodka that hits the back of my throat don't tell me her name because it will be wrapped around you, caressing my favorite place on your body the crease of your lower back vulnerable like the crest of a ripe peach. don't tell me her name because it will be etched in violet and sapphire beneath my eyes and I don't want to see her every time I look at my reflection. don't tell me her name because it will fit next to yours better than mine does. her hands, her body fit like cream and coffee don't tell me her name because every day I'll recall how the journal tucked into your back pocket like a second beating heart carried you to Ohio in a swarm of poetry and other girl's names. don't tell me her name because I want to believe that the 'Arlene,' the 'Abby' and maybe even the 'Elizabeth' in your works of fiction are somehow recreations of me. don't tell me her name because I'm sorry. don't tell me her name because I regret. don't tell me her name because with enough repetitions one day you will forget mine. © 2013 Dana AlsamsamReviews
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4 Reviews Added on November 11, 2013 Last Updated on November 13, 2013 Tags: romance, love, depression, long distance relationship, other girl, pain, names, poetry AuthorDana AlsamsamChicago, ILAbout"my brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness." i dance, write and play violin. i'm studying english and training in dance in chicago. i like spooky things, red lipstick, caffeine, punk/indi.. more..Writing
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