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Lemon Letters

Lover, I must confess,

The sun addresses me informally as if we were formerly two friends who normally ended conversations with the tender ache of lipstick abrasions. And yet, my eager heart was never better than when we were untethered, stationed at opposite ends of our angled intentions, letting our affection grow bitter.

You see, she was always uphill of me, stealing my breath or peeling the skin off my chest just so she could hold me in her hands and ask questions she knew I couldn't answer. And yes, demanding and intrusive, I still loved her.

I still love her.

There's no other way to explain how I feel. Despite her impossible demeanor and the aching anger she sealed within my skin, the only thing I ever wanted was to win a piece of her heart, just a small part of the thing that haunted me most. I suppose I was jealous; she was everything I could never be and she knew it was true.

Now, time has given me choices: the chance to cover my wounds and move on or reassume my old position, but when I tried to hunt her down I found my body wouldn't listen. So...

I feel stuck, like I'm trapped in the past and she's fast-flying away from me without looking back. And even though my feet take me higher and the beating in my chest is ten times lighter than it was back then, there's a quieter fraction of me that wants the heated interaction I could always depend on when we caught fire.

So please, don't surprise me with spite if you feel I don't aspire to reach your goals. I've told you all I know and why I think this way.

My heart is shade and moondust but
I'll always love the day.

by PrettyOdd
posted on 04/25/2012

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Comments: 18

Comment by darksideofme: Apr 2, 2016 6:22 pm
It's amazing I can come back after all these years and have your poetry still blow me away. This is amazing. It brings romantic feeling into this dead heart of mine haha.
Comment by LucidChimp: Mar 2, 2014 8:20 am
Just popped in for a spot of morning worship.

Our Pretty
Who art in interwebs
Hallowed be thy poetry
Thy comeback come
Thy "new **** for me to read" be done - On this site
As it is in my imagination

Aaaaamen.
Comment by FavoriteTheMute: Apr 9, 2013 2:25 am
Damn.
Comment by ToWritePoetryOnHerArms: Feb 13, 2013 8:48 pm
coming back to vote
Comment by COMPLEXproductions: Jan 13, 2013 8:02 am
Oh, oh. My. Brilliant.
Comment by ToWritePoetryOnHerArms: Jun 4, 2012 7:35 am
I seriously love this so mcuh! I can relate, I wish I had your poetical skills<3
Comment by google: May 31, 2012 11:21 am
very good

Comment by LillianKensington: May 26, 2012 10:15 pm
Love! The imagery is amazing in this! Keep it up
Comment by Neanthia: May 16, 2012 2:58 pm
Wow, how sour and bitter sweet, truly a lemon letter. Reminded me of someone as well . . . A tasty delight of a poem even if the flavor is uncommon! Smiley <3
Comment by CantYouGuess: May 13, 2012 7:19 pm
I really don't know what to say about this. Everything it made me think and feel has already been articulated by greater minds with more clarity than I could muster up on my own.

I adore your poetry. They're beach-air breezes in this stuffy, cardboard box of a site.

Please don't ever stop writing, and keep posting them for us to read. We all need something to aspire to.

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