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your hand on the door, you whisper
with breath reeking of buyer's remorse
"it's better this way,
you need a guy who won't make you cry—
you need a guy who wants to stay"
and you believe it

goosebumps spread on your arms
from the chill of frozen eyes
and words can't make it better, but—
"it never would have worked, anyway
you need more than I could ever give.
you deserve better than me."

and you don't acknowledge your broken logic.
(because once, you would've given the world.
but pouty lips and honeyed words aren't
as sweet as you remembered.)
and maybe you've convinced yourself
that if you're so eager to leave,
it's truly for the best

you once fulfilled all those needs.
when times get tough
it's not enough
that fragile hearts are made of glass—
because maybe you've convinced yourself
you deserve better.

"I really did care about you"
you liked the way your heart fluttered,
but you know it's nothing
special. that patterned excitement
in your chest, that once made you smile
and swear you'd found the one
is gone.
and, you want to go with it.

the air is chilly;
you pretend you don't know why,
and words begin to fall from the mouth previously
sealed shut, because it had been deprived of energy
and a reason.
but now-
there's a question.

"didn't I used to mean something
to you?
when did that change?"

you don't know an answer
but you know you're afraid of the fingers
clenched white, and the expectant eyes that
expect a little too much from you

like things you can't give, because
you lied about why you really cared.
the heart you never gave doesn't feel the same.

the silence is heavy,
you go,
even though you were never really there.
it's warm, outside;
you pretend you don't know why,
and you let yourself forget
about when you actually felt something.

(because, maybe,
you never really did)
I have the irrational fear everyone will leave me. I say irrational, because I know it's dumb (the same way my fears of sneezes and people poking my stomach are irrational.) But, I still worry.
Because there's always going to be buyer's remorse. And sometimes, I worry people won't think I'm worth the price.

I wrote this in second person, which is a first for me.
Tell me what you think.
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This piece is written brilliantly!

In the first stanza, your use of parenthesis makes the details encloused in them seem like an afterthough to the speaker. I think this is really effective because the speaker is focusing on the person leaving, and thus they would notice other details only minutely (though also seeming significant too).

I like your use of dialouge in the poem as well. This technique also adds to the piece and gives it a really realistic quality, it's actually happening, and it's not just a story. The dialouge really helped me to connect to the poem.

The lack of capitalisation except for "I" was also really awesome. It added to the flow of the poem and the sense that it was really happening, connecting to the reader. It also put emphasis on the "I" and how the speaker feels/felt.

Your choice of words for the poem are excellent. Everything fits and flows. I love "the silence is heavy" and "(beacause, maybe,/you never really did)" :love: Both are lovely phrases and the latter closes the poem powerfully.

Overall the whole piece is brilliant, (ha, I'm repeating myself...) and I love it! I truely can't find anything you'd need to improve on. Sorry...? :)

A sidenote, or P.S. : There are always going to be stupid people who leave because they feel slighted or upset. I know someone who is like that and it's sad because they miss out on great friendships. I want you to know that you're worth it. I know people say sorta cliche stuff like that a lot, but I say it because it's true. You're part of a whole community of people who all contribute and review and help each other. Even if one peson leaves you, there are many more who are willing to help you back up. :glomp:

:blushes: I hope my mini-speech helps. :hug:
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buddhakat9 Featured By Owner Sep 11, 2012
this did build very nicely to a punch at the end, even if we might have expected it (the punch)... seems we always get a lot of advice when we post things like this (I only have a couple written pieces so far, so it doesn't show in anything I've loaded here). I like parentheses too!!!

I think we all know some things intellectually, but living them emotionally is a whole different can o' worms!!

really like your use of second person - don't see that very often, it has a unique flavor to it...

intricately-ordinary Featured By Owner Sep 11, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Advice is lovely. I'm a little silly, sometimes I need some... ^^; and second person is really difficult to write in, as I found out D:

Thank you very much for your comment :tighthug:
buddhakat9 Featured By Owner Sep 12, 2012
Ad-Kins Featured By Owner Sep 9, 2012
Again, amazingly written. You're going to get sick of me saying that XD

Can't say I relate to this poem though, unlike I have your other ones thus far. Which kinda sucks since this is written in a reader insert form. I dated my ex for almost four years until he hit me. I kicked him out the door (literally) and never saw his sorry ass again. I'm happily married now. Haven't spoken to my father in quite a while either, but I love fishing with my mom's boyfriend. People who cause you problems just aren't worth your time. There's somebody else out there that will happily take their place.

Also, here's a shirt for you!
intricately-ordinary Featured By Owner Sep 9, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Oh my goodness. I admire your strength.
I am a very weak willed person.
In this, I meant more to emphasize the feeling of loss and abandonment in the other character. I always worry people will think I'm not worth the bother I am and just up and leave some day. That's the place this piece came from: I fear this will happen if I get close to anyone.

thank you so much for the comment :heart: I cannot tell you how much your kind words mean to me.
Ad-Kins Featured By Owner Sep 9, 2012
There will always be someone. There's 7 billion people on this planet.

Plus, there's always dogs XD
NotenSMSK Featured By Owner Sep 6, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
The fear you have is not irrational... actually the concept of irrationallity like sanity is a relative one. Skipping that, this work was unique even among your works. The second person makes it a different thing to read and rther mystical and enjoyable. Yet again I was unabl to grasp the complete picture and I do know that if I were to ponder a bit more, I will surely get it but it seemed to slip out of my grasp. I did get the feel and over all vibe of it; that made it good. The basic meaning also made it through and the title matches the poem beautifully.
intricately-ordinary Featured By Owner Sep 6, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
It's about the elaborate fear I have. I worry someone will care about me, then if things get too tough, they will leave. And, worse yet, they will realize it meant nothing all along, feeling no remorse.

It was definitely a new thing for me, trying second person. I think it worked, but it was difficult to write.

Thank you so much for the comment :tighthug:
NotenSMSK Featured By Owner Sep 6, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Oh no, I did get the fear perfectly and it was well reflected as well! I used to have this fear as well but then I... realized. You are welcome :tighthug:
MarieEllis-Tolke Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I have an irrational fear of vomiting. Although, maybe that's not so irrational. I don't know. In all seriousness, though, this is another great piece from you. I especially love all the dialogue in this one. I feel like it makes everything more real and in the present, if that makes sense.
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