Silence tastes like a weak green tea.
The cup in sitting in my hand,
It's Friday night, 6:38 to be exact,
You aren’t here yet,
but the girl you used to love is.
We’ll talk about you,
She’s my warning sign not to let you close.
In the event that you become a ghost,
fear the inhibition of living in the body
that once housed your alive soul,
rather follow mine around,
so I’ll never be entirely alone.
I have a list of names in my hand,
of people I lost, ones who left,
and those pushed out.
Your name is among them, circled red,
and crossed out with a thick pen streak.
You aren’t missing,
but I miss you,
maybe you are missing
from me.
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Silence tastes like a weak green tea.
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The silence is boring yet peaceful.
The cup in sitting in my hand,
It's Friday night, 6:38 to be exact,
You aren’t here yet,
but the girl you used to love is.
We’ll talk about you,
She’s my warning sign not to let you close.
Her previous lover is warning you about her dangerous nature.
In the event that you become a ghost,
fear the inhibition of living in the body
that once housed your alive soul,
rather follow mine around,
so I’ll never be entirely alone.
I have a list of names in my hand,
of people I lost, ones who left,
and those pushed out.
Your name is among them, circled red,
and crossed out with a thick pen streak.
After learning from her 'ex' about who she really is, you decided to push or out or count her as lost.
You aren’t missing,
but I miss you,
maybe you are missing
from me.
Hey there EKK15,
Myjaspercat here to leave you a review
So, overall, I really liked the idea you had in this piece. The transitions I feel could use a little work but other then that I think you have a solid idea here. Good job. If you have any questions please feel free to ask. Good luck and continue writing.
Hey, loved this poem. I felt like it had a special air of romance that kind of makes it almost dreamy? Especially the French title,I thought maybe that could symbolise the speaker's lover transforming into something she perhaps doesn't understand, as you said 'you are missing from me'. Like their souls are no longer unified and she no longer understands him?
I can't find anything you need to improve on, I really enjoyed this poem! I'm sorry if this isn't very helpful).
Thanks for sharing!