i will meet you on the soiled floor with splintered knees and pointless pinkie promises, bearing the gruesome girth of your loveless little lies / forever fighting to quench my thirst, but your roots will always remain sodden / they say the apple never falls far from the tree but i was only a fig / in my wildest dreams, perhaps, i would become a figment of your apple tree / in a twisted reality i’d be the apple of your eye, instead of the forgotten fruit i had become / un-sprawling myself from underneath you like a wretched abnormality / as useless to you as the sugar coated illusions of your past / if only i was spared the sweet, honeyed coat instead of the raw, intimate center / i’d press my head against your heart sometimes anticipating a beat but i must have been deaf, or maybe i was exposed to screams too young / in another world, where i wasn’t a blood forged fig, and everything wasn’t forever my fault, and fear was only a fable, i’d elucidate to you this fact again and again / sugar and salt would never be one and the same / even if stemmed from similar families with identical bodies and an s to their names / one would never know sweetness, one would never be savored: one would never be loved—
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This is truly so beautiful. I loved your use of metaphors and the raw anger and sadness the formation of the words made me feel. the way you write is so intimate and it reminds me of some of my own poems. my favorite part was when you wrote, "in another world, where I wasn't a blood forged fig; and everything wasn't forever my fault." I was never sure how to put that feeling into words, but your writing described it so beautifully!!
You have no idea how much this comment means to me! You're too kind, and thanks for the constructive feedback on my poem!
absolutely raw and gorgeous.
Thank you so much! You're so sweet :)
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