I miss the way I was before you
Lips with a real smile
Unkissed, untouched by you
I love my eyes that hasn't looked into your eyes
I love my hands didn't hold by yours
I want to be cleansed from you
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Not enough to delete photos
Not enough to delete messages
I need an exorcism.
we all need cleansing, time to time. but, love can hurt as much as it can heal. this is powerfully expressed write. this feeling of trying to unbecome, unseen, undo what happened is truly needed to start back on a clean slate. writing is a great outlet to emotions and hope this one made you feel lighter. thanks for sharing. wish you well, always - Abhi
Every time i write something new I feel like something bad left my body, i think we writers are luck.. read moreEvery time i write something new I feel like something bad left my body, i think we writers are lucky cause of that.
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I feel an exorcism is the only way to cleanse a vengeful spirit... that or death...
The finality of fire, the pang of the absolute.
We block just to pine, pine just to carve out immutable time against our heart.
Sadly written...
I'm glad to see you here:)
You are a legend to use words, you are one of a kind.
Thank.. read moreI'm glad to see you here:)
You are a legend to use words, you are one of a kind.
Thank you so much for your time,
1 Year Ago
Ahh, no problem!
You are a legend! Thanks for the kindness
I don't think you ever really get over someone you have loved, even after an exorcism. For me, and where your poem took me, is, am I a better person because of this love? Have I grown and better understood what I want out of a love? If we can do this, I believe we can recapture that smile in the photos, even if that love was toxic. And here is a question, if this poem is something very personal, more autobiographical, Have you grown? Do you see your own self-worth, so that the next time you love, that kiss will be for the first time!!
You're absolutely right. It's just a process that passes with time. At first it's easy to believe th.. read moreYou're absolutely right. It's just a process that passes with time. At first it's easy to believe that you'll never love again and never be happy again, but one day you hear the same song again and you're like, "Hey I was happy back then, this song doesn't hurt anymore, I'm happy without him and it's a really good song." You can think of it like the stages of grief, at first denial and anger parts can not accept the loss. But then you accept, It passes with time and makes you a better lover for yourself and for the next one.
Thank you so much for your time sir, have a nice evening...
Wow, what a powerful write,
a cleanse, we all feel this way after something so sweet turned black, but the sad reality it isn't so easy to just let go or forget quickly. It takes a whole lot of time,
Nicely penned... thanks for sharing
-Amy
its been a month now... hope you are better. i know you understand me well. and thank you so much, y.. read moreits been a month now... hope you are better. i know you understand me well. and thank you so much, your review is important for me especially if its something about love.
Wow! An unpolished look at love through the poet's eyes is sublimely inked in this poem. It is so easy to get lost in love, to lose oneself in another, only to be left aside. A very poignant write in which the poetess wishes she could return back in time to before she met her love. She wants to get him out of her life, but not badly enough, because she wants to keep his texts, photo's and messages. The exorcism will never be effective until the texts, photo's, messages are erased, and only the memories of bitter-sweet times remain. Amazing write, so well expressed! Thank you for sharing, Berenongur...
I was looking at pictures of myself before I met someone and damn I was so happy and beautiful. Then.. read moreI was looking at pictures of myself before I met someone and damn I was so happy and beautiful. Then all of a sudden there are traces of vague memories on my face, traces of another hand on my face. There is a feeling in my eyes of having looked into someone else's eyes... Yes, you can't just wash yourself clean with soap and water. You can't wash yourself clean by burning with fire. As the anger and resentment inside you grows, you need a greater strength to overcome it.
Thank you so much dearest Marie, your review matters a lot for me...