Hello Empires,
This poem is powerful. I could really fathom the speakers pain. You have done such a nice job of capturing that suffering following a parting of ways.
The imagery painted within the first stanza was so impactful that I had to think on it for quite a while. I particularly liked:
"She dried me out and
I watered her down.
But somehow, we still survived."
My first thought was, how does one water another down? Is this metaphor for being too bland, or dispassionate? Instead, I interpreted it as an imbalance between two people. One was always falling short in some manner. If this was your intention, hurrah! If I am interpreting this theme incorrectly, I apologize, and would reason that the emotional impact (however skewed my understanding) was still just as strong.
My only gentle constructive suggestion is this:
In your second stanza, I would chop up the lines a bit and make it flow a bit easier, rhythmically. For example:
"We carved our initials
into the tree trunks,
so nature remembers
we once were in love."
To me this seems appropriate given the choppier nature of your first stanza, and then with the abruptness of your ending.
Also, I loved your third stanza. As a once heart-broken writer myself, I could empathize with notion you present here strongly.
This was a nicely written work, Empires! I hope that you continue with your talent, and write often! If you would like me to review any other works, feel free to drop me a PM.
Have a great day!
-mav
Mavis Knightley
www.mavisknightley.weebly.com
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