Ink poisoning

He was a feeling good flower, a raspberry tea shower

With the fragrance of wet grass, and an old beat up car

He was velvet blue, an ink mess on the floor

So I cleaned him, I scrubbed the floor until the ink faded

I let him ink poison me, let him seep into my thick veins

Because I loved him, because I wanted him to touch my heart

To feel it beating like a hummingbird’s wings inside

I wanted him to be stung by my pain, feel the cuts that remain

Take black and white pictures and paste them in my brain

I wanted him to be a part of me, to see what I see

To smell the yellow tulips and the burnt coffee

To hear the broken voices, the shattered hearts

But the doctors took their knifes and antibiotics

They wiped him clean from my skin, purified my soul from his fingerprints

He was no longer mine; he had slipped into the sea

Like a sandcastle on the beach, the storm of sand in the desert

So I’ll watch him from a distance, visit him in his dreams

I’ll become the paint in his palette, the sparrow on his oak tree

I’ll drop teardrops in his coffee mug, and paste my pain in his eyes

So that when he looks into the mirror he will see my soul again.

 

 

 

Author's Note

Please review! remember its spoken word....not completely poetry. Its meant to be performed.

Reviews

[Antonio Valentino]

Because I loved him, because I wanted him to touch my heart
To feel it beating like a hummingbird’s wings inside
I wanted him to be stung by my pain, feel the cuts that remain
Take black and white pictures and paste them in my brain
I wanted him to be a part of me, to see what I see
To smell the yellow tulips and the burnt coffee
To hear the broken voices, the shattered hearts

You are years beyond your age. This is natural brilliances that you can only be born with.

What a nice gift you have.

Superb.
:)

[SOUL LESS]

The last line is great....in a way. It's strange though. You want to rid yourself of him, but you want him to know your pain, to see your pain. It sounds crazy. It's like a stream of consciousness and seriously twisted emotions.
Pain, disbelief, a certain desire for vengeance, making the other person feel. etc.
Wow...lol...lot of emotion. :)
Good Write...i like some of the similies.

[Casper]

This is absolutely gorgeous... I mean, its rather sad, but beautiful. I agree with Valentina. "I'll become the paint in his palette, the sparrow on his oak tree" was my absolute favorite line.

[Raindrop]

I’ll become the paint in his palette, the sparrow on his oak tree

My favorite part :))
I read it over and over again...it's amazing!

[GrandDystopia]

I enjoyed this, it was nice just to imagine it being read aloud and it totally works, some great stuff is said here!
Very nice work:)

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

A tattoo that was never meant to be, but there is hope for something new at the end. Enjoyed this one ; )