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The rain doesn't fall like it used to II

I'm not sorry
for the words I hurled at your feet
when you
couldn't drag yourself
out of insanity long enough
to hold me

but,
there were times when
you asked me to sing
so my beauty could grace your ears
as well as your eyes

So I sang

I sang of the patter of your lips
on my cracked skin
- it's not a sin if I love you.
but then the birds, they joined in
without knowing the words
which
Just made me look cheap.

I remember the day
you stood at the edge of my mind
and you (or maybe I)
decided that falling from that height
might sting

That first time, you left me breathless
as you breathed deep
with your soft gasping, you left me
unable to speak
just opening and closing my mouth - thinking
things don't get any better than this

I still curse those birds when I think of what I lost.

I tripped into love like a brick wall
but, I got back up and
told it that hitting was against the rules
as you pointed out my lip was bleeding
I thought that was rude.

I miss the way you squint at the horizon

but those days are gone
and I'm not allowed to cry
because only you can make it rain
Id never take that from you.

I can't think of much else to do
because all I ever think of is missing you

When everyone else laid you to rest
I carved your name into my chest
and told my friends they'd missed the joke

I'm not sorry
for the time I made you cry
with my rough hands

I taught you to sing
as though your heart were bleeding
Remember how you thought your lungs would
explode
Under the weight of so many
Menthol cigarettes?

Your smile doesn't curve
it curls around your teeth
like a rope coiling at my feet
I know I'm not the only one to feel beauty
with my palms

I've spent too much time staring at stars
to know that life is never far away
But you still have to grab it with both hands
and hold tight
because good things don't just fall in your lap

They stab you in the back

and, I'll be damned if I can find Heaven when I'm bleeding
but that will never stop your preaching
or your violent screeching.

God is not what I need.

Blindness will not save me.
How am I supposed to see when
God dictates every action for me
I do not want to be censored, let me be free-
I need to be buried
bury me deep in your skin
carve me into your mind
scar me into your memory

I already burnt myself
into your mattress
last time you lit me with your kiss;
I burned so bright I hummed
low in my throat, I felt it choke every last ounce of air from my lungs
and I screamed louder than any bomb as I dropped
when I found reality, I stopped
I've never felt so lost
as when your hands held my hair
and your eyes held my face
I loved how you never looked away
just drank in my pupils
like there was nothing more beautiful in existence

but now I'm tough
like over-cooked meat
and you couldn't find an inch of beauty
if you tried
all my smiles have dried
and my lips have split,
ripping space between my teeth

you could say anythin'
and I'd just thank God that you exist

because you-

your smile incinerates me

by BreeBree
posted on 07/22/2011

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Comments: 10

Comment by ToWritePoetryOnHerArms: Apr 4, 2013 9:59 am
beautiful
Comment by williambrown: Aug 3, 2011 4:24 pm
That reminds me of a quote in a movie I watched, "Ironclad"... a Noble's daughter said to him "I am not a sin" and then kissed him.
Comment by prettyspl: Jul 27, 2011 8:58 pm
It's always a pleasure (or should I say treasure); finding one of your poems that I haven't read. I love how the feelings come through each line, with each word so full of love and playfulness.
Comment by Atavist: Jul 23, 2011 6:14 am
Im lost in this barrage of beautifully rendered images and strikingly portrayed emotional scars.
This showcases the level of skill you posess as a poet.

remember the day
you stood at the edge of my mind
and you (or maybe I)
decided that falling from that height
might sting


I wish that had fell from my mind.
Comment by SilentWords: Jul 22, 2011 3:49 pm
"I sang of the patter of your lips
on my cracked skin
- it's not a sin if I love you."

Loved the whole poem, so well done. the feeling of 'want' lingers. This part made me smile.
Comment by sweetcurse: Jul 22, 2011 12:08 pm
love it
Comment by braton12: Jul 22, 2011 7:19 am
Long.. though good
Comment by monkeyboy: Jul 22, 2011 5:22 am
First sentence: I meant "until now".
Comment by monkeyboy: Jul 22, 2011 5:21 am
I don't think I've ever read a poem of yours which I thought didn't work on paper. But I'd stab a kitten to death with a spork to hear it read.
[My point being that it is obviously in need of the cadence of speech which is missing; namely yours]

There is only one line I don't like
"but then the birds, they joined in"
and I only don't like it on paper.
[Aloud - I get the pause and the grammar]
Love the play on words at the end of the verse though.

Oh, and epic **** btw -

"I know I'm not the only one to feel beauty
with my palms"

"But you still have to grab it with both hands
and hold tight
because good things don't just fall in your lap

They stab you in the back"

"your hands held my hair
and your eyes held my face"

And did I mention that parts of this read like song lyrics?

Anyway, blah, voting.
(Just as I can't seem to write spokenword for the life of me - you decide to pull this out, meanie.)
Comment by jaysound101: Jul 22, 2011 3:56 am
Wow Bree like I had said before I really think this poem is awesome.
I'm always inspired by your work. Thanks for all your help.
Your truly looking out.

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