Him

This is a personal poem based on a true experience of my own.

He felt of home, the warmth of a fleece clinging to my hips, the steam rising and kissing my senses, pulling me into a world where I was not alone.
He felt of love, the sort that others weep over because they feel it doesn’t exist, the kind that left me breathless upon realizing it was mine to keep.
He felt of loss, the kind that leaves you shattered in pieces, clawing at your skin, the purple pigment rising to the surface of your body.
He felt of pain, the type that leaves you crying silently as your lungs tremble, with red rivers traveling downstream on your arms, and your heart straining to beat on.
He felt of nothing at all, when he was once everything and more, taking my being with him and leaving me as an empty shell of skin and scars.

Reviews

[Emm Ode]

he's a lot. he's literally your everything. what cares? after all, shouldn't love encircle both good and bad?
beautiful poem.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow...the intensity...the structure, the way each line starts makes us feel each emotion you felt...
and love is like this...it blows us away in its enormity, but then blows us away literally so that the loss is feeling like a leaf dropped in the wind in autumn.
j.

[Gee]

Oooh, as a father to a daughter this is a " I'm gonna get the shotgun honey and blow his balls off" write.
Hope you are healing, healed .
Good morning

[Daniela]

I wish my father had the same attitude 😂 thank you.

[Gee]

My pleasure

[Rusalka]

I love this poem! Well done.
I like the fact that you can invoke all these feelings in a reader just through words. I felt like I was on an emotional journey with all my senses invoked. I love it!

[Daniela]

Thank you so much🖤 I’m happy you could share that with me.