You read blind.
Force these words to fall,
drip off the page like leaked saline.
Your tongue trips
stumbles drunk
abusing rhythmic sensations.
It blends
mashes
and bleeds them into one another.
Vibrant watercolors, grouped brown.
Your eyes appear fixated
but your mind is off in other worlds.
Words carry life.
They float
flutter
and come back to me.
Cry for detection,
but you throw them away.
Spitting on philosophies,
verses drool from corners
of a lazy mouth.
Elegant phrases, dried crusty white
Monotone murderer.
You read my words
and break me every time.
These words
are my words
pulsing through me.
You read them like you did
every other poem of mine
every other work of art,
eyes blurred
out of focus
brushed off
crumbled
and thrown away.
But this time
you failed to notice
that these words
were my words
of leaving you…
– Breelyn Shelkey
Well written.
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left me dumbfounded….
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Your words pulsed through me.
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Thank you ❤
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