Ink poisoningA Poem by sentimental~ galoreHe was a feeling good flower, a raspberry tea shower With the fragrance of wet grass, and an old beat up car He was velvet blue, an ink mess on the floor So I cleaned him, I scrubbed the floor until the ink faded I let him ink poison me, let him seep into my thick veins Because I loved him, because I wanted him to touch my heart To feel it beating like a hummingbird’s wings inside I wanted him to be stung by my pain, feel the cuts that remain Take black and white pictures and paste them in my brain I wanted him to be a part of me, to see what I see To smell the yellow tulips and the burnt coffee To hear the broken voices, the shattered hearts But the doctors took their knifes and antibiotics They wiped him clean from my skin, purified my soul from his fingerprints He was no longer mine; he had slipped into the sea Like a sandcastle on the beach, the storm of sand in the desert So I’ll watch him from a distance, visit him in his dreams I’ll become the paint in his palette, the sparrow on his oak tree I’ll drop teardrops in his coffee mug, and paste my pain in his eyes So that when he looks into the mirror he will see my soul again. © 2011 sentimental~ galoreAuthor's Note
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