The things I dont know.

Talking about the times I didn't know her, even when I did, my assumptions, my mistakes. Finally understanding empathy. God I love her

There's some empty swings,

pushed by ghosts much like the breeze.

Theres an empty head with curly brown hair,

and strokes of her memories streak.

 

Now we're rusty you've seen,

and that chain-link makes three.

I felt you're audible smile,

and the creak of your cheeks.

 

Summer nights with nothing to see,

and nothing to do,

with the wrong group of friends.

If I only knew you then.

 

There was a reason to leave,

and it spread like disease,

where ever we went,

we'd never be free.

 

That chain link makes three,

tying a knot to our family tree.

 

 

 

Half a year later,

and here we are again.

Five years to the day,

and we've lost all our friends.

 

Now I think I could trust,

if you could just understand

the exhaust and remains,

and what it all meant,

to me.

 

There's a gap in your teeth,

where I assumed you would leak.

I assumed everything,

so now you hardly speak.

 

So just smile for me,

and give me some peace.

Reviews

[Riley]

The first paragraph I love because I think of a breezy fall day where the wind is pushing an old swing set and leaves are being blow around on the ground. You didn't even mention the leaves, but that's just something I saw when I read your first paragraph. I'm not a very good poem reader unless it's pretty blunt of what the speaker is talking about and honestly some of the poem I'm confused about. When I read from paragraph to paragraph, I don't understand how they connect. Doesn't make it a bad poem, because as long as you see the dots, that's what matters. I again, am not very good at these things. I liked each paragraph separately though.

[Sarusai Hiryu]

Good

[André-J-Franklin]

Killing two birds with one stone...its moving and very well write. Love the thought process here. If the near future i'd love to collarbate with you.

[olla]

we all start out thinking we know.. and then finding out.. we don't know.. well done..

[eglantine]

"creak of your cheeks" great great great! I don't care for the fourth line in the fourth stanza, sounds a bit... oh gosh I don't know, but off I guess. Strong speaker voice