Sunderland F.C.

You will always have a part of me

I remember racing heart rates and wandering hands and confusion and

Cider-tasting kisses

My playfulness, your frustration at always having to play the

Hero

Blades of grass splayed between our fingers like

Ribbons of green silk

Mud underneath the fingernails that lingered for days

Evidence of our fumbles

But they were innocent, weren’t they?

No

I was vindictive and cruel

You, always waiting in vain

Carrot on a string

Tantalisingly dangling

Tongues rinsing on repeat like washing machines, rotating and spinning until they run out of steam

Oh, when kisses were enough

But that didn’t last for long

Did it?

“Why ride the swings when you can go to Disneyland?”

Our hunger grew like a stray dog, furiously salivating from its jowls

More, more, more

More

I can hear it now

Metallica

Always, Metallica

Nothing Else Matters

I will forever weep the

Time

We can never get back

I wear a veil for my memories

Black, and gothic, and lacey

I was so dark, wasn’t I? So

Indulgent

Was it love?

Yes

No

Yes

In a way

You will always have a part of me

Can’t we just go back to the park?

Even if I have to listen to you ramble about the

“Beautiful red and white”

Even if I have to hear all about

Sunderland F.C.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow again...what a journey...reminds me of a relationship i was in...on again, off again, on again...and some regrets that i didn't know what i had, and how good it was, until it was gone and i couldn't get it back.
really good poetry allows us to relate in our own way...you do that with your words.
j.