I'm Still Me

I will always love you, despite what you have done to me.

A few days ago, 

I learned something 

that changed my life. 

You were everything;

my oxygen, 

my sustenance, 

my happiness. 

You, my heart,

were removed from my body,

and placed in an iron box

that sits on the edge of my sleeve.

But it never quite fell off, you see,

because everywhere I look,

I still see you. 

I still think of you

when I see the color brown, 

and how much you liked

its warmth. 

 

I still think of how you held me

in your arms so tight,

and sang me songs

so I could sleep. 

I still think of how 

you slyly seduced her 

with your clever tongue

and manipulated me

to be the cold one. 

We were one.

Over years of insecurities,

we built a rattling cage,

shabby but functioning,

to merge our weaknesses

and hold each other up.

Your smile was my smile,

your laugh was my laugh. 

And even though that's all gone,

I'm still me. 

Reviews

[SOUL LESS]

Excellent. Very, very relatable. And you've described it well. Simply and well.

Your smile was my smile. Your laugh was my laugh. Painfully accurate.
It hurts, but then it gets better. A little everyday: it gets better.

I can't find much to improve in this really. Some of these stanzas are a bit off-rhythm like:

I still think of you
when I see the color brown,
and how much you liked
its warmth.

I always read poems aloud in my head to feel them and sense the rhythm and this one stanza was off. The rest were recited beautifully.

Good write! Thanks for sharing!

[PortraitsOfTheHeart]

Beautiful! I love this. Relatable and well-written. One question: why are two of the lines in a smaller font?

[Moebia]

Thanks for the review!
Thank you for bringing that to my attention. For some time ago, writerscafe kept glitching every time I published an entry. I must have not proofread this one! I appreciate your review very much. :)