you have to stop
a poem
you have to stop.
looking at me, pinning me in place innocuously with those eyes.
a butterfly beneath glass.
for you, its fleeting. a courtesy.
but i am starved, in want of you,
so it becomes a seashell memory i put in my dwindling jar.
you have to stop.
you have no business dripping my name from your lips,
casually,
if that is the only part of me that will ever hang there.
i'd rather never hear it from you again if it would spare me the exquisite torture of wanting, so badly, to hear you say it again
just
once
more
you have to stop.
laughing so much, so freely, making me think of ways i could make you do it again. wishing i was the reason for it in the first place.
you have to stop with this in between, for i am the wing of a dragonfly, a wineglass in a drunken hand, the petal of a flower, a whispered oath.
easily broken.
you have to stop this in between, this nothing but maybe, not yet but almost-
you have to stop.
you, with your summer breeze voice, constellation eyes, river rapid laugh.
you must love me, or you must leave.
or you'll be the shattering of me.
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Chloë J.
Probably not as funny as I think I am
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
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Comments (3)
This part ‘ i am the wing of a dragonfly, a wineglass in a drunken hand, the petal of a flower, a whispered oath. easily broken.’ and the ending really hit me but I related to the whole thing and really enjoyed reading it
"you must love me, or you must leave. or you'll be the shattering of me." UGH, that ending! 😱🤯 Also, my favorite, "you have no business dripping my name from your lips, casually, if that is the only part of me that will ever hang there." That one takes a couple readings to really appreciate. This is SO beautifully sad. I'm in love with your writing.
"constellation eyes, river rapid laugh." Bravo!