Twenty years hearing other people's lives and yeah, I've sat with this exact thing. The weight of unspoken words. The "I'm sorry" that never leaves the paper.
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Twenty years hearing other people's lives and yeah, I've sat with this exact thing. The weight of unspoken words. The "I'm sorry" that never leaves the paper.
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Hovering over the tombs of memory
I gathered a poetic anthology
Of poems written with unspoken words.
I sat with paper, ink, and the bones of each time I died
And so I wrote everything I never said:
Pronouns
Verbs
Adverbs
...
Everything you needed to hear:
"I love you"
"You kill me every time"
"I hate you"
"I miss you"
"I'm sorry"
...
The poems were sad
Happy
Morbid
Like posthumous memories
Like a funeral march
For undead poets
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I'm usually lost with poetry but the list of things you never said hit me different. Like I could feel the weight just in reading it.
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Sounds like you were writing to one person the whole time, or maybe to yourself on a different day when you were different too.
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The "bones of each time I died" line. Is that all the same person dying over and over, or is it each poem its own person?
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Twenty years hearing other people's lives and yeah, I've sat with this exact thing. The weight of unspoken words. The "I'm sorry" that never leaves the paper.
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