Poems

Silent

I curl up into a corner

pull my knees close

Hold’em

Bury my head

 

And no one knows

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Poems · Short stories

My first, not last, but now my past – Poem

Every summer brings it close

I just can’t silence it

I can’t kill it

It still whispers into my ear

drowns me into what it could have been

I love someone else now

My life is better

yet still like a ghost it follows me

Swallows me in sweet embraces

Honey-crusted memories

Sugar filled nothings

I know it isn’t true

 

Still it haunts me

 

Not like a bloodhound

More like a cat

Slowly creeps in

attacks

Its’ fur is soft

even when it pulls out its’ claws

It plays with me until I’m left on the floor bleeding

 

At times I enjoy it.

Some nights I don’t

Yet it doesn’t ask me if I like it

 

Only thing good about first loves is

there can only be one.