there is a sound that cuts through my mind
I can’t reach for the words
The rope that gets cut as the body falls from the stage
You ripped my cord out of the window
The window appeared fine
But it has an ache punch impression, imprinted
I’m afraid for the past rips
Tipsy without wine
Falling without the push
Fever without the sickness
Ache punch love and the way it feels is a sentence without any structure as it stretches and struggles to be understood
Is this really what love looks like
Gutting my insides as a pumpkin
Scraping for guts
I got guts
They just are lined too tight on my frame
Gut-punch-found
The terror is not the same cord that was ripped
You could’ve had me, yes you could’ve but you didn’t get me at the right time you needed so screw it, you’re done with me and I hurt you and now you hurt me
So
I am here
Feeling that old ache punch
Was it a deluded dream or a nightmare
That I could be happy?
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Comments (9)
Gosh that question at the end hit me so hard. Your poem was sooo intense. Loved it!
I liked "Falling with the love/fever without the sickness" - that idea of desire but no return. Great stuff
Your poem delivered on the title <3
'Is this really what love looks like Gutting my insides as a pumpkin Scraping for guts' WOW! That part had so much impact on me as I read. So visceral and raw! I felt it in my own guts!
As the stepson tells his stepfather in "Love Actually": "It's awful!"
Great work. I love that title. Well done, Mel.
Gut punch indeed. This felt like a dull ache that permeated as I read. Sad but wonderfully expressed.
Well, you should be happy with your wonderful poem! And the only sound I hear slicing through the air whispers to me “amazing poem!”
Fabulous 👏