Selling Back the Used Text

Selling Back the Used Text

 

 

 

the bruise on my ear

from the slap of your words,

the stinging drum,

my heart beats a little slower now

without you to silence my lips

with your kiss,

 

that tenderness once in your eyes

now reflects the cold pupil

learning what it's like to be dismissed from class

 

without the slightest degree of understanding

 

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

12/12/15

Reviews

[patricia]

I'm intrigued by the title? Is this about some writing rejection? nice write.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

that interpretation works well...i like that...thank you, patricia...

j.

[Cassie]

this is a sad poem yet kind of funny and embarrassing at the end...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Cassie,
j.

[alifeacoustic]

Brilliant showing both sides of love that can be as devastating to the heart as the other. You never forget seeing those cold heart eyes.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, alife...

j.

[DIVYA]

Oh the stinging and cold aftermath of a dismissed love affair! Each feeling so bruised and mmisunderstood. Such a great impact you make with a few choice words. So appreciated and enjoyed.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, DIVYA,
j.

[David Scott]

Great poem for the end of a semester and the end of a love...
The heart does indeed lack the enthusiasm to race.
I delight to read.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, David...

j.

[ANTO]

If you could understand 'em, would they be so alluring?
Nice work Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

doubtful...thank you, ANTO...

j.

[olla]

oh dear.. it never feels good to be dismissed.. no matter how gentle the kiss..

[jacob erin-cilberto]

so true, thank you for your words, olla,

j.