Wild Flowers

I plant my lips upon your scalp,
so that in your hair, I can grow wild flowers.
We waited forever at a station. The tracks remained bare.
You seemed to vanish in midair,
and I was left behind with your suitcase.
The train never did show,
to take me to you;
Wherever it is that you have gone.

I can’t say that I don’t care.
I know that I shouldn’t.
You punched a hole in my hour glass.
I watch myself spill upon the floor.
Is it that I am wasting my time
picking up this mess,
Trying to fix what we had?
‘Cause baby I really do care.
I know that you don’t.

But what can I say now?
You just can’t hold back your rage.
I get a thousand letters from you.
Every envelope holds a blank page.
You plant your demons inside my mind.
I watch myself slowly decay.
I rip to shreds my train ticket, and run
in the direction that wild flowers grow.

Author's Note

This is not my best work, but something I needed to get out of my system.
Please let me know what you think. I am open to honesty and criticism.

Reviews

[Dean]

There are some good ideas in it....I just weary of all the "poor me" pieces that I read on this site. Could you try another theme? I think you have the ability.
Just read a lot of poetry (thousands of them) by the masters. It could set you off in a new direction.

Your last two lines are the best.

[Distant horizons]

These are probably the most important writes a writer can write. Sometimes the only thing to get it out of your head is to put it on paper. You will probably come across this in years to come and know it word for word just by the title. Sometimes writing does that, it helps ease the confusion of thoughts it created, yet subconsciously, is always there in your mind, word perfect. I do think you're being a little hard on yourself though, it is probably not your favourite because it is more personal. It doesnt mean it isnt good, which it is btw :-)

[Pencrafter]

Your poem seems to express a dilemma we all sometimes face. We may really like someone but they don't reciprocate in kind. We may commit our hearts to them but they don't invest as much of their own soul to the relationship. At some point we realize that our attachment to them is not only unrewarding but is actually harming us emotionally. When we reach the decision gate where we feel we need to choose someone else, we shred our train ticket and let them go. I don't know if you intended this, the first and third verses contain eight lines each while the second verse has nine. If you combined the two middle lines of the third verse it would then leave you with eight. Doesn't really matter. Keep on planting those flowers.