Mental Tattoos

I woke up, 

but I didn’t see you ‘till I day dreamed.

So I went to bed to only find out that you have left me.

Good grief, 

but I won’t find anyone grieving for me.

What a loss, 

but the time well spent was well worth the cost.

I would love to say that you are the one I have forgotten, 

but truly you are the reason for believing my heart will remain rotten.

My soul still remains white as cotton, 

but that won’t stop the picking of my thoughts which are plotting.

I think way too much and that’s my cancer.

Why such?

Such not that I’m needing answers, 

but just a moment of her time just so that I can be familiar with her unknown.

There’s no use for a clone because she is way too real.

And if we must remain separate, 

I’ll go ahead and assume that it was too soon while I enjoy this Blue Moon.

I need some space from me because all I can think of is her face and the grab of her waist.

I find myself writing about her even though she told me not to waste my imagination on her, 

but it’s hard not to when all that remains are mental tattoos.

Reviews

[Poetic License]

This left me breathless. I absolutely love your turn of phrase and your word choice is impeccable. I literally had gooseflesh by the time I read your final line. It shot straight through me.

"...when all that remains are mental tattoos."

I am so fascinated by this offering - the permanency on our hearts and souls of the imprint of someone else. Laser removal doesn't quite measure up in the matters of heart and love. I adore the manner in which you captured that. A passing train of thought ending at bone chilling station of realization and acceptance.

So, so well done. You truly are a master of expression.

[silent poet]

I've been here before, very well written, so many feels.. great work

[sinNsincerity]

I'm glad you can relate hon. Thank you so much!

[silent poet]

:) you're welcome!

[ANTO]

I was wowed by the third line and the intricately clever playing around with words - using a line to change the meaning of an earlier word was exciting for me Sin.
Th overall sadness reaches a climax (as it should) by the end line which simultaneously packs a punch and wraps this one up neatly.
Your best (in my mind) my friend.

[sinNsincerity]

Yeha! The opening is killer and this also has to be one of my best in my eyes as well.
My favorite line is, "[m]y soul still remains white as cotton, but that won’t stop the picking of my thoughts which are plotting."
Thank you Anto, I always think highly and appreciate your insight.

[ANTO]

Thats lines a very a good one - I stopped at it and pondered - dont be offended but I thought 'unpicking' would be better my friend. Like 'unpicking' stitches..?
My favourite is -
"Good grief,
but I won’t find anyone grieving for me.
What a loss, " - such layers here.

yvw Sin, my pleasure.

[sinNsincerity]

Totally not offended.
Yea, I feel like it's a Charlie Brown moment, but there are so many layers in it.

[ANTO]

I totally forgot about CB and his 'Good grief' moments - lol - pure class !!

[Jamestown]

The title explains the reality of a lost love! I love this piece
and understand it as you already know, as will several others!
I pray the good lord will ink us in true love besides his already
perfect love,thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[sinNsincerity]

Thank you James! Always love to hear what you think!