The Day That I Moved Into Boston

The Day That I Moved Into Boston

A Poem by Foxemerald

The Day That I Moved Into Boston ~

What crazy thing decided me to go to New York City, anyway?
So depressed that I am not living,
A life long gone,
Days passed into an echo,
And you have died,
I can't remember my life,
Everything comes back in broken spurts from a spout,
A waterfall that fades into a mass,
In colorful waving hands,
As it runs itself out,
Into a pond,
Like a schizophrenic might see,
It's length,
But I can't think to,
Figure out how I ended up here,
Or why it hurts to think about it,
Save that you died and I was,
In the middle of another city, and I,
Ended up in downtown Boston.

I'm abusive and I love,
As per my destructive tendencies will mr,
So that men experience the fate my,
Vices wish to designate.
I have no control, I like alcohol,
and some dark, cold rainy nights,
Back in the days when I still believed in love I,
Thought of new ways to dream, but still I just,
Never quite got it,
To be just right, with the right person.

Circles in schizophrenia, wet,
I became crazy back when I moved into Boston,
And I remembered you died the day I,
Stopped dreaming, breathing-
Colors and shimmering pools,
Like small ribbons and blue-tinted eddies,
Fragmented like little glass shards, pieces,
Like faint orangish rinds, come back to me, they smell,
Like your minted breath.

Mint, I thought, and I drew my knife,
And carved a tufted ribbon into your chest,
It looked like a heart, and I,
Gave to you my final goodbyes . . .
Told you that you would never hurt me again, I,
Gave you my heart, with my own, personalized-
Insignia I,
Made you mine, forever and for always,
Mine,
My eternal lover.




© 2018 Foxemerald


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