"bluberries" poems
The picture frame is slanted
Because every time I tried to make it straight again
I remember the moment
In the photograph
When it was
You and I
Suddenly
I remember all the things
You weren't
In all the things
That were
And I see the start of my
Misery
The clothes are hanging out
In the sun
And i watched as the same light that dried them
Resembled
The spark we once had
But that wasnt the only spot
In the house
The house of flaw and misunderstandings
The house that still echoed "i love you"'s
That you didn't mean
That wasnt the only spot
That reminded me of where it all went wrong
Because upstairs
My blanket is messy
I spent
Night after night
Thinking of when it would cover the both of us again
In the living room
I have gifts left unopened
Because I spent the entire Christmas morning
Thinking
Of what I could give back to you
And even the narrowest corner
In the abandoned attic
My guitar seemed only to have five strings
And I wondered
How
Could something incomplete
Still
Sound so beautiful
But our love
Wasn't like that
I had to remind myself time in
And time out
That bluberries don't start out ripe
There was a time your porcelain teeth
Bit into the plump berry
And it didnt quite taste right
But you kept chewing even with your face
Splattered with the unripe juice
This
Is what it was like
This
Is what we were like
Because our love was a lot like the time
I ran out of acrylic paint
But the watercolors I replaced them with
Made every other picture
Blurry
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 12:59 PM UTC