It Was Something Else

It Was Something Else

A Poem by Wild Willow Blue
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Regret can be overwhelming

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I just stood there
The smoke curling upwards
As I think hopelessly of you
How can I do this without you
What have I done
This feeling shouldn't be
I shouldn't have these thoughts of you
I'm watching the smoke and it's heavy now
Burning my eyes but I keep lighting it
I keep lighting it because it reminds me of you
Curling up and away
Lingering a little just for a tease
And suddenly it can't go fast enough
I just stood there
Only for awhile
To watch you burn

© 2021 Wild Willow Blue


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Wild Willow Blue
All my poetry comes from the heart

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It is difficult letting go of someone that brings comfort to your soul. The regret is palpable and emotion so raw that it lingers for a very long time. To burn those bridges down and let go of the last vestiges of that love is true heartbreak. Your nicely written poem speaks to that. Thank you for sharing your art with us.

Posted 2 Years Ago


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Wild Willow Blue

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Thank you for reading this piece, and I'm so glad that you enjoyed it! Your kind words mean so much .. read more



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It is difficult letting go of someone that brings comfort to your soul. The regret is palpable and emotion so raw that it lingers for a very long time. To burn those bridges down and let go of the last vestiges of that love is true heartbreak. Your nicely written poem speaks to that. Thank you for sharing your art with us.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wild Willow Blue

2 Years Ago

Thank you for reading this piece, and I'm so glad that you enjoyed it! Your kind words mean so much .. read more

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Added on November 5, 2021
Last Updated on November 5, 2021
Tags: Regret, burn, burning, smoke, smolder, fire, loss

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Wild Willow Blue
Wild Willow Blue

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I am 33. I am gay/non-binary. I started writing in 8th grade. The person whom I started writing because of, I never got a chance to thank. We were never good friends, but we knew each other. I owe her.. more..

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