More Poetry.

[matt_doyle]

((Author's Note:  This one was written after an especially painful break-up a few years back, and so it doesn't really capture my feelings on the subject as they are now ... but as a poem, I still like it.))

Oubliette

 

If he could, he’d shed his skin, for every memory

of her touch itches on it, like poison ivy.  He’d fold it up,

hide it in the box in the back of the closet where he keeps all her letters,

and everything else she left him with in two long, wasted years.

 

The box isn’t there, not really.  She stole it, and everything in it,

and a lot of things he never got the chance to store away there. 

He’s become a puzzle with missing pieces.  All their secret vocabulary,

Every laughing photograph, every thoughtless impulse towards trust.

 

He wonders what it is that still tastes so bitter about it all,

What regret lingers like dark chocolate on his tongue.

Even if he knew it would be useless to say it out loud.

She wouldn’t listen even if she was still there.

Comments

[tulina.livejournal.com]

Ah, and this one makes me sad. It sounds good to me-not an expert on English poetry, you know, but it sounds good out-loud which I think it's important, the images are touching and beautiful, and then I feel very sorry you ever had to feel that way.

[matt_doyle]

So am I, :-(. But it was a learning experience, and though I'm still not as kind and open of a person as I was beforehand, I think I've healed pretty fully (thanks to Erin and Megan, and, well, absolutely all my friends, too, you included).

[tulina.livejournal.com]

Mreh. Don't think I did anything special myself, so I'll just sit back and contemplate Erin's and Megan's goodness.

[matt_doyle]

Pfft. You have always been enthusiastic, encouraging, and fun, and your comments (especially on things I've written ;-)) never fail to brighten my day.

[tulina.livejournal.com]

Oh.

Wasn't expecting that. But it happens to be just what I needed, so thanks. ♥

[matt_doyle]

♥

Reposted Enterrado's opening this evening, by the way, and have, to my surprise, gotten another six hundred words of it done that I'll post when they reach a good stopping point.

[tulina.livejournal.com]

Yay! So much to read from you yet! *claps*

[handgun.livejournal.com]

jesus christ, i am just now reading this, and it seriously brought tears to my eyes. i am feeling this now. :(

[handgun.livejournal.com]

I know this is kind of random, but do you still have any of those poems you wrote about me? I need some cheering up.

[matt_doyle]

I know I still have at least one... should I email it to you, or post it?

[matt_doyle]

Thanks. I actually tried to write this as a song at first, but then my poetry class hated rhyming (actually I kind of think some of them hated GOOD POETRY), so it became this.

[handgun.livejournal.com]

doesnt matter