New Blue

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  1. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

    Sometimes I think I found the end of the world with you
    But I didn’t
    I found the edge of something
    against which the searching arm
    the searching stump
    had foundered against many times
    this edge which had bruised this needy self
    and left an imprint
    in the exact shape of a thumb
    as if loss had been made manifest
    in the startling stabbing motion
    drawn at the end of the universe.
    Where I found you
    I found madness
    I became much used like a sponge.
    And as I spoke the word
    the same word you spoke
    I branded it across my forehead.
    Perhaps you counted it as just one more mark
    against your damaged self.
    I hope not
    because a person should never think that way
    about themselves.
    But I was new
    not brand new
    shiny white sneaker new
    baby bottom soft
    perfect peanut butter top
    new car new
    but new enough
    even if I didn’t know enough
    enough to run
    and it made a mark
    etched a memory into my vain vanity
    into my vein
    and ran like visions in my blood
    and I can’t let go
    because you were the first to draw on me so
    and no matter how I try
    how I leak and bleed and blunder
    I can’t bleed you out
    read you out, write you out
    can’t find goodbye
    and push it shut
    with my blue-black hands.
  2. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    You express your pain so eloquently, as always.:sad:

    love and hugs,

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