Cerulean
I've been editing this poem for a while now, and just want to finish and be done with it! Any constructive criticism is more than welcome -- whether I need to add something, cut out something, use better wording, or whether you think it's already finished!
Cerulean
it all just stops
when i see that color blue on the road
driving past me.
it's like i knew even as a child.
the most beautiful crayon in the box was always
cerulean.
i used it so much it wore down to nothing
and i buried the remains in the backyard,
a proper funeral to say goodbye.
it all just stops
and i'm sixteen again
in the backseat of a breaking blue
dirty dodge durango,
falling onto your lips.
i'm seventeen and
falling in love.
i'm eighteen and
falling apart.
i still go there sometimes,
take the lather exit to the parking lot near the lake
where you first laid next to me
and i felt myself melt into you.
during rainy nights i sit with pen and paper,
legs tucked under the steering wheel,
trying to find the words to say to you,
hoping i'll see that obnoxious blue
riding up next to me,
praying it will
all
just
stop.
here it is:
i'm twenty-six and my heart is still lost
somewhere in your backseat,
so worn down,
i wish sometimes you would
bury me in there,
a proper goodbye to the bones
where this pain has made a home.
can we be sixteen again?
i always missed the bell
after taking the long way to class
just to pass you.
my gut twisting, my words became silent.
it all just stopped.
like how when i see that color blue,
my heart skips a beat.
how you never call me beautiful since that day.
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My poetry blog is at http://sunshinewritespoetry.blogspot.com. I'm planning on self-publishing a poetry book in 2023 or 2024, and the ones there are the poems that I'm the most done with. They're not necessarily my best poems, just the ones I am at the point where I feel I can share them.
Posted Aug 19, 2022, 12:38 PM UTC · edited