Shade

I painted my lips the shade of pomegranate, hoping you'd notice. I doused myself in floral clouds, scents of lavender and gladious hoping you'd notice.

You didn't.

Just eyes for her. Lubberly and languid with Grenadine syrup about your lips. Stumbling over your hefty soul, right through me, to get to her. 

You; the tamper of my existence. Always pressing upon me; pushing upon me; driving me, to this... 

To trees; to woody splinters and dirt beneath my fingernails as I throw earth over my shoulder. 

Merry before midnight. Lively in light. Singing to the darkness. Dismissive of her face. I just let the tears glisten; fall to the clock, no hand to catch them, no hand to hold. Surrounded, only by tissues, soil and self pity. 

This canvas of life once filled with colour is now bleached; unravelled at your hand. Each ribbon crawls around my throat, much like your hands behind closed doors. 

I wait, in shade yet out of mind. A jackdaw song startling the early morning. 

I follow behind, hoping you'd notice. 

You didn't. 

Reviews

[Wicahpi]

Bravo! I like this one. I enjoyed how you intertwined each word into your sad story. At least I find it as such. Not easy, sometimes, to gain the attentions of someone when they are falling all over themselves for another. Good job! Thank you for entering 10 Words I Give :)

[Isimbabi]

You got really creative here. I tried writing a poem for that contest. Although I'm halfway done, it's a challenge and here you are with a great, well worded story. Kudos!

[Wicahpi]

Take your time. You still have plenty of days to work on it. You'll get there. I'm looking forward to reading your entry!

[ElizaB]

Thanks guys!