The Gorgeous Details

The Gorgeous Details

A Poem by Meghan

He always remembered the gorgeous details
Like the cuts, and the rips, and the digs in her nails
He remembered her mouth that never quite smiled 
And the green in her eyes that were darting and wild

He remembered her wearing a tattoo, grey and black
Dancing down her pretty ribcage, and slightly reaching towards her back
Of an hellebore flower surrounding 4 words
Scripted in a pretty language from some other world

He remembered the fact that her legs always shook
From the cold, and all the amphetamines she took
The way that her mind and her knees were a bit broken 
How she carried blue-eye charms as superstitious tokens

How good she was with impersonations
And had she taken her medicine, the art of conversation
He remembered the way she sang and she hummed
Underground songs when she was feeling bummed

He remembered her being Catholic on Christmas
she found comfort in the smell of holy water and incense
He remembered her praying to Dymphna the saint
She said "just to be careful, just to be safe"

The way she would get zoned in on her writing
For hours and hours she'd just keep on typing
The way all her dreams were to be what she couldn't
And to go places and experience things that she shouldn't
He remembered her happy and when she was enough
And how she gave you everything when she was in love

He never remembered her down, he never remembered her angry
He never remembered her anxious, he never remembered her crazy
He never remembered wishing he could make it okay
He never remembered her lying and pushing away
He never remembered her brilliant and crying in pain
"Make it stop. Make it stop. Make it all go away!"

He never remembered her saying her final goodbye
"I hate you, I hate me, I hate our life
I wish I could love you more than I hate
but my brain is broken and I don't think I can take
another second in this hell." Then leaving as she had before
When she was thirteen, sixteen, twenty, and now twenty-four

He thought it was his fault, but she knew it was hers
He didn't know that she believed her own words
She knew she was leaving the best thing in her life
Now she was alone with her demons, but she thought it was right

She could be Catholic on Christmas and pray to the saints
She could write down smart songs, and tattoo her ribcage
She could self-medicate, and dash her ambitions
She could be adorably mad, and quite superstitious
But all of these charmingly quirky charades
Made the problems seem bigger in future days
She had to mend her self on her own before she loved him
Everything she ever was was fading, turning grim

He never knew this, and she'd never tell
She knew he remembered the gorgeous details.

© 2013 Meghan


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You're really talented and this was full of gorgeous details through and through probably the best poem on this site :) I love that 'she' was catholic on christmas

Posted 11 Years Ago


Meghan

11 Years Ago

Thank you, that is so nice of you to say. The Catholic on Christmas, and the stanza about the tattoo.. read more
Richard

11 Years Ago

aw wow no it's amazing and I like that you got some small ideas and wrote around them .. I do that w.. read more
its a good story, we always remember the good details.., and yes we gotta love ourselves first before we can love someone else.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Some very well crafted poetry and a fascinating, beautiful and tragic story that it tells. The very last two or three verses somehow lost the flow somewhat for me although there was a real pleasure in reading this. Thanks for sharing it.

Posted 11 Years Ago


My goodness, a poem from both mind and heart!

This is such a wonderfully colourful and powerful flow of words, in most places, meter.grand. Plus, you use or create incredible phrases or stanzas,

'He thought it was his fault, but she knew it was hers ~ He didn't know that she believed her own words ~ She knew she was leaving the best thing in her life ~ Now she was alone with her demons, but she thought it was right']

Your writing deserves more attention. I'll be back.

Posted 11 Years Ago


nice....................


Posted 11 Years Ago


Holy s**t. It was marvelous, loved the ending.

Posted 11 Years Ago


This is the best poem I've read today and I must have looked at well over 20 maybe 30. It's the best because it's sustained in observation and builds a patient and delicate portrait of a live and vigorous soul. It is like a novel has been stripped back to its bare details.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Your writing style is beautiful. "her mouth that never quite smiled" and the part about being Catholic on Christmas gave me chills. Certain lines scattered throughout the poem are just beautiful. Honestly.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Meghan

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much for all your kind reviews! I really appreciate it :)
Its quite sad but very good

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Raleigh, NC



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