I have an idea for a poem. I've been thinking about this subject for months. I started on it over the summer, but it wasn't quite working. A couple of days ago, I was given inspiration for which direction this particular poem should take. However, I'm still working through it. Something doesn't feel quite right about it. Comments are very welcome.
Midnight phone calls
that stink of rum
splash of coke
driving too fast
regret
i-love-you-she's-not-you
Angry that fond memories
has become the home
where you should have stayed
Angry at me
for leaving you behind
after you left
you-are-amazing-she's-nice
Same story
Same speech
Repeated many times over
Amazing
Translation:
My fire burns too hot
so you found earth
with a sweet smile
who will never match you in love or war
You are to me
just another
could-have-been-that-will-never-be
Second chance
is not in my vocabulary
I burned that dictionary
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