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Breaking Up: From "For-Give: A collection of poems"

January 14, 2016
By levi_eze_evie BRONZE, Fairfax, Virginia
levi_eze_evie BRONZE, Fairfax, Virginia
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It is as if we’re breaking up.
Breaking that beautiful bliss
That we had collected in 
Five short days.
Just as a child collects sea shells,
I shoved our memories in my pockets
Weighing them down with the clattering of our day old laughter.
When you
Are no longer in sight
I will think of you often—
of that time when you were mine
And I was yours.

We savored the rumble of mustang exhaust,
The sharp tang of burned rubber
That tickled our noses,
And the sweetness of vape fumes
That clung to our clothing like a tattoo.
I will bottle up those scents
And pour them in a perfume spritzer.
On those rainy days
When I miss you the most,
I will spray your scent in my hair
And imagine that your head is my umbrella
Resting gently over my shoulder
As you shelter me from the rain.

Breaking up seems so far away from where we used to be.
We were suspended in time
Caught in a plain of existing
Simply for each other.

In those small stolen moments,
When you were caught between leaving and staying,
We levitated in limbo.
Creating our own little infinity
In the minutes between 10:45 and 11 o'clock
We had forever.

I was like a new pair of boots
That needed breaking in.
You wore me every day for the first week,
Getting used to the way I scratched at your ankle
And blistered your pinky toe.
Your wore me in
Just long enough to get used to the way
I felt.

Breakups
Should really be called break ins
People do not break upwards,
We break inwards.
Our hearts implode—full of nothing
but space.
For I have broken inwards…
It’s as though I am collapsing.
The support beams in my chest
concave,
Hallow in places that you used to fill.

Now
That you’re gone
I am only half as full.
I still have laughter in my lungs
And secrets in my soul,
But there are fewer sparks
Swishing around in my stomach
Fewer compliments to cradle in my hands
And a scarcity of subtle glances
Made just for us.

On those rainy days
When I miss you the most,
I will think of our fullness
Filled like a sail
Carrying us to fantastic forevers.
Though
Finite in their existence
I will think of our fullness
And cherish all you have given me
And all that you wish
You could have.


The author's comments:

I have recently experienced a split from someone I deeply care about. Although this person and I were not officially an item, I still feel an element of "breaking up". We all feel this sinking, gut crushing feeling when there's a break up (reguardless of the kind of relationship). I was inspired by that feeling of wanting moments to last forever, especially in the company of someone important.

I hope people can take away a nostalgic appreciation for their break ups as well as the poem's underlying hopeful tone. 


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