baby blue
plastic cartridge
through the ballpoint
precious, savoured ink
and every last drop
spent on you
...
swirls and curls
dots and lines
fine curves
strings of sentences
each denoting
a script whose subject
takes up more space in head
than on paper
...
and even so,
my locked desk drawer―
one only your memory can enter―
contains notebooks full of
our history;
a short-lived phase,
but one that
I now hold in nearest
...
dearest to me, you were
but in your heart
I did not hold
a similar sentiment
this pain...
this restlessness...
unlike any other impatience
to have graced my bones
with a leap i'm ready to take;
bent at the knees,
arms outstretched before
this tempting cliff
will I take the plunge
into icy waters below?
and as my body is submerged―
my precious, frail,
human body of a girl―
will the weight of your words
catch my hopeless fall?
or will I be left alone at the bottom
contemplating the absence of
actions you should have taken?
and will I be there as I drown
regretting it all?
...
if you'd read the words I'd written
might you finally understand?
or will the heartbreaking truth
finally be revealed?
when footsteps march before me―
when we get our one last encounter―
will you be ready
for what I've always known
could have been?
for what I've filled pages upon pages
fantasizing endlessly about?
or will you appear
out of my own worst nightmare
holding another's hand?
About the Creator
Skylar Whitney
Introvert at heart. Lover of journaling, free-verse poetry, and poutine.
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Great work! Good job!
Beautifully written. A truly realistic account of what it feels like to have an unrequited love. I love the use of "spending all my ink on you," that it's not just writing love letters, but pouring yourself into it; the idea of spending like you are losing something, or that it's almost bad for you, a hope that's certainly hopeless. You did amazing!