August 24, 2010
By Anonymous

i remember a day long past
a christmas morning on a june night
you unwrapped me, your present
and something about you was a little boy again
you stroked your newest possession carefully
i shivered and you laughed
cold, you asked
no, i assured, just nervous
you turned to the west and undid yourself
as the little boy in you died

you turned back to me
and our souls were the only hidden parts left
it was your soul i searched for
as you found mine (i gave it easily)
and i drank in the feeling of you like alcohol
(you were already drunk)
and i became cressida, juliet, isolde
while you were troilus, romeo, tristan
and there was no you and no me
there was only an us
but that was a long past day

you were once me and i was once you
but we are not us anymore
so who am i now
without you

The author's comments:
Of all the poems I've ever written...this is my favorite.

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on Jun. 11 2012 at 4:18 pm
J-blotting-ink SILVER, Kalamazoo, Michigan
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So... I'm really curious as to why this has been rated over 60 times. And why someone keeps rating it 0 over and over. I don't mind honest criticism and rating, but I don't understand why someone feels the need to do that just to make the average rating lower. If you are that person, I'd appreciate it if you stopped.

on Sep. 16 2010 at 1:50 pm
Marlyre PLATINUM, Kalamazoo, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
"when you cry, do you waste your tears?" Madonna

love it! gosh, this transcrends to so many ages, so applicable!


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