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What I Call Love MAG

October 22, 2015
By LucyGreen SILVER, Littleton, Colorado
LucyGreen SILVER, Littleton, Colorado
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Favorite Quote:
"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at the typewriter and bleed."
-Ernest Hemingway


Paralyzed, I sit in the passenger seat
Grasping the necklace you gave to me
Thinking
The harder I press it into my skin
The more of you would
Come back to me
I pray to a God I don’t believe in
Praying for it to be over
To be like it once was
Look at me
Press my hand to your lips
I asked you why you loved me
You turned and said
Everything.
I blankly stare out the window
Your palms pound against the steering wheel
Your words in my head
You’ve chosen your favorite flaw
I’ve begun to bleed
You’ve picked at it,
Like a child with a scab
I’ve held on too tight
I’ve never had a favorite flaw
But now I do
It’s you.



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Maddieisbae said...
on Feb. 27 2017 at 2:39 pm
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@LucyGreen This Was a Very nice poem you should really write more