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IT WAS BEAUTIFUL.
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You told me it was beautiful.
The way my eyes looked, the way they shined like stars.
But you did not realize.
That shine in my eye, that was not because I gazed so lovingly into yours.
It was because I cried.
I cried every time you left.
I cried every time I washed my hands of you. I cried every time I rubbed my skin raw because clean is not clean enough and silent is quite quiet because even though I screamed inside my heart very few people found the time to pick it apart and see past that shining stars shell.
I was in hell.
All you saw from the outside in was what I pasted to the window sill.
And still I cry sometimes at night because I can't stop from moving because stopping means sleeping and sleeping means dreams and dreams drag up memories of you.
What you would do.
In 7 years I'll have a body, completely new, one never touched by you and that's what gets me through.
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You told me it was beautiful. The way my eyes looked, the way they shined like stars. But you did not realize.That shine in my eye, that was not because I gazed so lovingly into yours. It was because I cried.
Definitely can relate. People thought I was doing fine and happy with things, when really my look was of sadness. This translates across so many situations. -
I screamed inside my heart very few people found the time to pick it apart and see past that shining stars shell.I was in hell.All you saw from the outside in was what I pasted to the window sill.
This relates to me of being the "Strong friend" or "Strong family members," and nobody notices your otherwise loud screams and cries for help, they look at it as just whatever. Like passionate thoughts for entertainment. Great poem. -
Powerful poem! You really know how to transmit strong emotions through your writing. Great job Christine!
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I cried every time I washed my hands of you. I cried every time I rubbed my skin raw because clean is not clean enough and silent is quite quiet because even though I screamed inside my heart very few people found the time to pick it apart and see past that shining stars shell.
This whole poem is so striking, but I think this part is my favorite because of the raw emotion it emanates. Thank you for sharing this poem! -
I cried every time I washed my hands of you. I cried every time I rubbed my skin raw because clean is not clean enough and silent is quite quiet because even though I screamed inside my heart very few people found the time to pick it apart and see past that shining stars shell.
Very moving piece! Thank you for sharing! -
I like how this is quite ambiguous. I relate to this because it makes me think of my father, though it's more likely meant to be talking about a lover. Either way it's lovely and sad.