Guest Poet Week – Number 3
To celebrate this blogs 2nd anniversary, I am honouring other people’s work with a week of Guest Poets.
The Guest Poet feature on this blog has been tremendously successful and I would like to take this opportunity to thank each and every poet who has taken the time to partake.
My third Guest Poet this week is new to these pages, so please welcome Bridgette!
You can read more of Bridgette’s words here: www.TheImperfectGirll.com
Going forward, the Guest Poet slots will still be available, so if you want to join in, please email your words to me at firstname.lastname@example.org
Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.
I bet your wounds are still fresh from my nails digging into your skin,
pulling you and begging you to stay.
Bargaining and pleading and confessing my love for you with words I’ve never even known existed.
I bet your shirt is still damp from the river of tears I cried when you first said, “It’s over.”
Streaming as wide as the ocean.
As calm as the sea but as disturbed and as massive as a hurricane destroying a town like you destroyed my heart.
I bet your legs are still tired from constantly running away from me.
As I chased after you in hopes that you would love me again like I loved you despite of what you said.
I realized that you were gone far before you left. And I still didn’t want to let you go.
But I did.
Your wounds healed.
Your shirt dried.
Your legs are well rested.
And we can finally say it’s over.