midnight thoughts

i don’t think i can ever beat the girl who you grew up with,

who you had damn sex in the backseat of your dad’s car

and who thought you the art of blowing a dandelion. 

the one you said i love you oh so often

with hushed tones and sweaty palms.

i knew she made you want to iron your clothes

and write poetry; comparing her

to every drug you’ve ever tried,

deciding that her whole self was so much more

addicting. 

as her face is visible by the dim moonlight

the pills she’s taking were not prescribed

and soon enough rehab was not just a possibility

but you were there

with her

breathing in the chemicals and the spellbound

her blue eyes cursed on you.

eight years has come by like an eyelash found,

you’re in my bed covered with blankets 

i’ve possessed since i was

seven. 

our fingers intertwined,

and our legs tangled. 

your body heat making me so goddamn warm. 

that’s the most important thing -

you’re here,

right?

right.

Reviews

[ron]

This was sad at first, but the ending brought it full circle. Nicely written.

[Coyote Poetry]

Beautiful and powerful description in the poem.
"i knew she made you want to iron your clothes
and write poetry; comparing her
to every drug you’ve ever tried,"
When love make us have concern for appearance and write poetry. We have found true love. I did like the positive ending. No weakness in the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Addie Santos]

Thank you. I was supposed to end it sad but I figured, "It's 2014 - I better change my habits." So there we have a positive ending.