Thursday, March 8, 2012

Black and Blue

You left me black and blue
You left sunshine on my bed when we slept in ‘til noon
You left me warm embraces on cold streets
Tight grips and locked lips on the dance floor
A hand to hold
Relaxing on the beach
Hot tub and lounging by the pool
You left me cozy theater seats combined to make one
A kiss to make it all better
When these lonely nights return
But you left me black and blue
And now that’s all that I think of, when I think of you

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Words are our outright melody and no one else is going to play the songs you feel but yourself. Let me be more esoteric....just kidding. You may ask when reading my poetry, why do I use metaphors so often? After thinking that through, I honestly don't know why. My guess would be that language, though freeing, can also be restrictive. Especially in terms of expressing ourselves in attempt to understand ourselves. I, personally, get stuck in gears sometimes and I like to expand and break through traditional understanding of the concept at hand. I like to read what I'm feeling in different forms, and see if the language can lossen up more.