Things I do to erase you
Backstory
shock my heartimmersed in everything you are not
each slice of my soul pulls me farther apart
I paint my life with colors you despise
wear clothes and perfume you absolutely loathe
each day I scrape more scraps of you away
systematically excise your memory from every hidden crevice
and so, by my sheer diligence alone,
my heart has grown stone-cold
I have never been a creature so resolutely low
the fabric of my life frays
broken glass rains upon my blighted path
the sun has lost its daring glare
the moon can only stare dumbfounded
galaxies collapse, from intense toxic gas
memories singe the raw beneath my skin.
:lqp
2/20/12, Paint
by EnMasse in Six-Word Memoirs on Love & Heartbreak on Apr 19, 2012 | 
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Comments
ba_miracle says,
I like the poem as a backstory.EnMasse says,
Thank you..sometimes I wonder where they come from - mostly encapsulated moments stitched together, then pop - I start scribbling gibberish -)2wildcatdad says,
Very nice!And commenting on your "not looking your best" when you meet a man - men see you more acceptingly than you see yourself. Your always look your best to a man who truly looks at you.