Sweet Nothing

can't breathe...

    until i exhale you from my lungs

can't see...

     until I scrub you from my eyes

can't speak...

     until i expel you from my tongue

can't think... 

          until I excise you from my mind

you coveted the whole of me,

           leaving behind a mere shell

what's left is but a whimper 

           of what i used to be

you assaulted my heart

    leaving it scarred and bleeding

my spirit tattered, shifting on the winds

            of lost loves, lies and betrayal

your exorcism will witness

            the death or life of me

if only the scent of wildflowers were once again intoxicating

             whispering sweet nothings in my ear

Reviews

[Marc Marlon Villaflor]

Wow! Too intense yet submissive thought, I find some struggle to achieve the independent life out from the former. This is a realistic piece, we can’t move if still there is a trace or the shadow of the past that hunting us. Better we clean our self in the rain of fire.

Lovely Piece Frie :)

[Frieda P]

Yes, the rain of fire, exactly...I thought that you might relate to this one Marc, thanks so much for your insightful review my friend.

[Marc Marlon Villaflor]

Yes :) it is true, I can relate in this piece.

[Frieda P]

I know, remember reading your piece on this, thanks again hun. :-)

[Marc Marlon Villaflor]

Welcome Frie :) did you drink your coffee seems you are awake the whole day lol :)

[Frieda P]

Ha you noticed! Yep, coffee in hand as we speak. ;-)

[Marc Marlon Villaflor]

lol :) I know heheh ok friend I will clean my room and water my bonsai as you instructed once a week. see yah :)

[Frieda P]

Make sure you talk to your bonsai too, they're more cooperative that way.:-P

[Marc Marlon Villaflor]

hahahah :) really? lol I will do it. thanks friend :)

[Frieda P]

ha Can't hurt right, although try not to when people are around, they'll think you're off your rocker! ;-P

[Marc Marlon Villaflor]

lol :) yes

[Frieda P]

xD

[Pete Langley]

Sorry, sweet thing, not your best. you communicate your sadness, but stereotypically - which is so unlike you. P.

[Frieda P]

Ha, you know me better than most, been feeling a bit off the past few days, knew this wasn't my best, but did you just call me beige?? A fate worse than death!.......................

[Pete Langley]

Never in a million years! You know you are unique! Beige? Moi???? No, hunnybunch, I picture you (as my grandmother used to say) as skybluepink with a finnyaddy border!!!!

[Frieda P]

Ha 'finnyaddy' better be good! ;-P

[Pete Langley]

Oh yeah oh yeah

[Frieda P]

Ha, at first I read that as 'I picture you as my grandmother' so good thing you redeemed yourself!

[Deuces]

This seems like an eternal and internal battle that is torturous. The pain and despair is evident and sad in this piece. It is an exorcism in itself. Powerful stuff, my friend. Nice work.

[Frieda P]

An exorcism with green pea soup & all the fixings, thanks Cyn.

[Dr. Wood ?]

bleak again....I find it hard to relate to bleak...But as always you paint the picture so well....That harrowing feeling of love gone bad

[Frieda P]

I figured you're one of those glass half full guys, with your poetry and all, that's not real life most days though, thanks!

[Dr. Wood ?]

I wasn't critisising...I'm yet NOT to enjoy one of your poems...I DO serious...I DO bleak and even suicidal...just don't post it.....Maybe my glass is upside down

[Frieda P]

LOL so you're holding back are ye?

[Dr. Wood ?]

yeah...just in case my comic adventure goes Txxts up..I will have my morbidity to save me from oblivion

[Andie]

Sweet Nothing reminds me of the song by Florance and the Machine. That's why I checked this out. lol. I'm glad I did though. :)
It was very emotional. Good job. :3

[Frieda P]

Thanks Amanda, I love them, not familiar with that song though, adore 'what the water gave me'... will have to check that one out, glad you visited....much appreciated.

[Andie]

Anytime. :)
Well, it's by Calvin Harris, but Florence Welch is the one singing. :3
It's an amazing song.

[Frieda P]

I just listened to it, great one, thanks again!

[Andie]

^^
Not a problem at all.

[redflutterby]

You are a deep well of words and emotion. I'm never disappointed in your poetry. It always has significant impact! Sometimes it calls to you gently...other times it screams like a banshee. You cover every level in between with mastered skill!! This one is so poignant... love it!

[Frieda P]

Ha love the banshee reference, you're too good to me girlfriend! Thanks so much....!

[redflutterby]

It is well deserved hun!!! Love ya!!

[PP]

I can taste Bitter Honey :(

[Frieda P]

Ha that's putting it mildly my friend! ;-) It's all good.....past grievances.

[PP]

Past is for reference darling, should never be the residence! Haaaaaaa who am I giving advice to, my Guru ! LOL

[Frieda P]

Hahaha, seriously, learning minute by minute here myself! ;-P

[PP]

I have stepped in the same boat as yours Frieda x

[Frieda P]

You never sent me that PM, are you doing better or what?

[Mauricio Montoya]

biter sweet something, like how this comes together.
Excellent write.

[Frieda P]

Bittersweet at best, yes....thanks so much Mauricio.

[Simphonia Hale]

very nice, the poem speaks of the truth. Love and all else. :)

[Frieda P]

Very nice of you to visit my page Simphonia, thanks for the review.

[Simphonia Hale]

you're welcome! :)

[Jack...]

Your mind is that of a poet, constantly leaping in different directions yet always landing in the same sweet spot, perfectly done my friend and a joy for me to read. You manage to grab a hold of our hearts and not let go.

[Frieda P]

Ha this made me smile, a poet you say, I thought they called that by another name Jack! Thanks so much.

[Yellow Butterfly]

Another effortless masterpiece Fp....

I love how it opens up with the word 'can't'

The one word that saps your breath when speaking out aloud...

Your words have played havoc with my breathing today dear friend....

bringing back a few memories of a love that was :O)

A Faultless piece of poetry and I love the avatar too :O)

[Frieda P]

Funny you should say YB, I thought twice about starting off with 'can't', but that's where my muse took me, so I went with it, when it's affecting I know I've done a good write, thanks so much my friend!