I remember your blue-blue eyes
Hooded against the climbing sun
And your hand, warm, lost within mine.
The night had been safe, sweet,
Evening drifted by like honey.
You told me to never, ever let go;
Of course I didn't, would not,
Until you did so first.
I.
I curse you and your
Listless, black heart.
Openly weeping as I walk
Veiled by day-to-day life,
Engraving my splintered
Yesterdays onto the fabric
Of all these sunken tomorrows
Until I slip into the seams.
Spoiler
Playing around with style and presentation in this one! Subject matter just happened to go hand-in-hand with this experiment. I notice I use the fabric/seams metaphor waaaay to much in my poems. xD Oh well. Hope you enjoyed, and thanks in advance for any constructive comments/reviews! ^^
EDIT: I just realized that it might not be all that obvious as I first thought it would be, so I think it best I emphasize it. The idea of this poem was to incorprate "I hate you" and "I love you" into the first letters of the stanzas.
EDIT: I just realized that it might not be all that obvious as I first thought it would be, so I think it best I emphasize it. The idea of this poem was to incorprate "I hate you" and "I love you" into the first letters of the stanzas.

