I wanted to write a poem about the incessant discomfort I always feel in my left eye whenever my contact lenses become old and dry I thought about how it tickles but scratches at the same time and starts off alright just a minor annoyance but quickly, overtime becomes almost unbearable like my pre-school bully himself is folding down one of my eyelashes just enough for it to poke me at the slightest movement then I thought about how I'd sooner write a poem about my life and how it started out equally alright and quickly, overtime became almost unbearable as if my pre-school bully didn't do it right
so I found him in his adult life many years later wife, two kids and a mortgage yappy staffy-cross, two cars and an alright job as a graphic designer his garden full of gorgeous flowerbeds, a full head of hair and a fading right hook "MAKE ME FEEL **** LIKE YOU DID THEN." a puzzled look on his face, garden hose flooding his drive and the yappy staffy-cross still yapping away at the living room window "I'M DEAD SERIOUS ANDREW, NOTHING HURTS LIKE IT USED TO." so he called the police and I never got to feel young again unless you count scurrying away from a council estate under the threat of a poor meal at Parkside police station the rekindling of my youth
so this is my infomercial poem about how not to confront someone always be fully clothed that's very important avoid being drunk any mind altering substance is best avoided in my opinion remember just because you care just because you remember does not mean anyone else does oh and don't eyeball craft beer when you still have your contacts in you know what? -just don't eyeball craft beer
She's cheerful but turns into tearful. She's excited but turns into devastated. She's confident but turns into bewilderment. She's smiling but turns into alarming.
Today, is the day she's waiting but turns into nothing. The preparation turns into destruction. And the subsequent is doubtfulness. She ask herself, why did he forgot? Or he neglect to remember it?
The sadness was evidence in her eyes. Tears slowly falling into countless time. She's truly hurt but still hopeful. That he might have surprise her for their Anniversary. But, the daylight fades and nothing came. She's sobbing to death cause the forgotten Anniversary is in her mind all night long.
I craft my love From words and dreams, Forgotten, bygone memories. And of this life, Real Love knows not. I am to him a Time Forgot. He left me picking pieces, changed He lives in my mind, I lie deranged Sobbing and writing all over the floor You left too soon, Love. I need more. I resurrect you from the dead And spill my heart to the you in my head.
So I wrote you But perilously; For you, in your brilliance, Unwrite me.