NeverA Poem by JD
I have never been called a crook
but I remember the crook of your smile like a detour sign I failed to yield to, sometimes I imagine car crashes like foreboding day dreams , stolen moments of peace that keep my jaw stiff and eyes fixed, I have never been called star struck but I remember the cosmos in the aquamarine that surrounded your pupils, drowning in them like a bobbing apple ready to be picked by hungry teeth, I have been called sharp, yet somehow never noticed how sharp your tongue was or how cold your body of water could be, I have been called many things, some true and some empty, I remember my wounds, my war cries , but I am many things learned and a pulsing warning, I am peaceful mourning. © 2018 JDAuthor's Note
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Added on December 9, 2018Last Updated on December 9, 2018 Tags: Divorce, healing, reflection, lgbt |