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We Could Be Chemical

April 11, 2014
By kikixkupkake GOLD, San Marcos, California
kikixkupkake GOLD, San Marcos, California
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Favorite Quote:
"The things that walk out when we open our minds." -Dylan McCoy

There are some things in life that are worth fighting for, even if someone says they are hopeless.
You told me that happiness is never truly lost, just misplaced.
You took my happiness and you put it to waste
Hiding it under blankets and inside pillow cases
While I search in coat pockets and the sock drawer.
I'm convinced that if I didn't find my happiness, I would have found a peppermint
A movie ticket or a receipt.
You used to be so sweet but now you've gone bitter
You watched me fight like a cinema showing,
And you tried to return my stolen heart but secondhand stores don't accept broken items.
We made promises to kiss each other and wear sheriff badges so people would know we were important,
In every window, every mirror, every notebook
I saw your face because you were in my smile
You were the shine in my teeth and the curve on my lips
You were the poetic inspiration I was looking for.
You told me the climb was terrible
But the view was breathtaking.
I wanted to tell you that you already take my breath away
But there are only so many syllables you can manage when you are short on oxygen.
Speaking of breath, there is something about the way you breathe that makes my mind start to crack,
Something about the way you talk that makes my body slack
And my back loses its spine.
I wish you were mine
To hold onto,
You motivated me to smile
But now every word taste like bile in my mouth,
And my level of self worth is going south
On the meter.
There are little things about me you will never get to learn,
Like how the tip of my tongue sticks out of my mouth when I'm concentrated,
How I take the stairs two at a time
Because I'm afraid the person behind
Me is going to step on the back of my heels.
The hallways are scary
Because I hear your name echo all around me.
Once you told me that we would always have the moon
To remind each other we're not that far away,
The moon is out tonight and I've been waiting between asleep and awake
You told me you would be here but now I just have tear stained sheets
Of poetry that I wrote about you.
Picking up the pieces after a broken heart spills through your words
Is not the activity most desired,
But it's a well paying job that takes no qualifications
Other than temporarily believing there is something wrong with you.
When I finally checked under my pillow,
I realized that happiness was closer than I thought.

The author's comments:
This poem means a lot to me, and it actually was my winning poem for Second Place in the SMHS Poetry Slam.
Interpret it as you will!

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on Mar. 8 2015 at 12:51 pm
WOWriting SILVER, Broadstairs, Other
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A powerful poem with strong supporting imagery. Perhaps editing some superfluous lines would help, but generally a great piece xx