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The only thing I noticed when I held you
was the feeling of your ribs pressing into me.
My arms wrapped around you tightly, too tightly,
feeling your trusting bones give and bend in my grip.
As you clung to my dress, I tried to keep my fists from clenching.

You gave me a flower when we went to the beach
that I still have, half-rotted, in an old shoe box
along with a dead cricket and a forgotten promise to myself
that I would always keep my head.
When you told me you loved me, I jeered at you
because I couldn't manage to admit I was weak.
I remember the look on your pale face:
retracted, like you'd seen my soul for the first time.

I always wanted to break you; it was my only goal.
You were just too easy to snap, to crack, to rip apart,
to blow away like twirly little dandelion tufts.
Every time you whispered into my ear, I imagined
biting your lips, tasting the blend of our blood,
to prove all the things you never meant to me.

I don't remember much about the night I killed you.
It's blurry, unfocused as your eyes,
punctured by a throat-tearing scream
that sounded like a hunted animal's last howl.
It wasn't until after I blinked and saw my hands
dripping rose gardens that I realized what I'd done.
By then it was too late to fix you, my fragile glass boy
and I sobbed like ocean tides, like a toddler
who had broken her favorite toy.

You smiled at me tiredly, teeth glistening,
and murmured, "I'll always love you."
A little bit about how people lose all sense of judgement when they fall in love. I'm not entirely sure where this came from, but...yeah. I've been writing a lot about destruction and I really don't know why. (I don't want to kill anybody, I promise!)

Okay, I'm starting right away with posting my new poems. This is the first of many I plan to write. I hope you enjoyed it! If you wanna leave a comment or favorite this, go ahead! I love your feedback!

2013 littleblueraccoon
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:iconidohopethisisnttaken:
It's hard to explain how much I love this… but I do. I really, really do.

Haha what does it say about me that I wasn't at all surprised by the ending?
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:iconlittleblueraccoon:
littleblueraccoon Featured By Owner Jun 27, 2014  Student Writer
Thank you, I'm glad you do! 
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Zetawolf97 Featured By Owner Nov 29, 2013  Hobbyist
I guess this shows how people don't think straight when in love. I pity your terrified boyfriend. 0.0
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:iconlittleblueraccoon:
littleblueraccoon Featured By Owner Dec 3, 2013  Student Writer
Ooh yes, people go crazy when they love someone. The poem is fiction, though. No terrified boyfriend for me, haha(:
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WhitePlumFragrance Featured By Owner Sep 28, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
This is really nice! I like your style here. :D
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:iconlittleblueraccoon:
littleblueraccoon Featured By Owner Sep 28, 2013  Student Writer
Thank you! 
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disrhythmic Featured By Owner Sep 27, 2013
that I still have, half-rotted, in an old shoe box
along with a dead cricket and a forgotten promise to myself 
that I would always keep my head.

:love:
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:iconlittleblueraccoon:
littleblueraccoon Featured By Owner Sep 28, 2013  Student Writer
It's interesting that you mention that line...it's my favorite one in this poem! :hug:
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disrhythmic Featured By Owner Sep 28, 2013
:tighthug:
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Pinkey-pie-69 Featured By Owner Sep 27, 2013  Student General Artist
Awesome! It was so great the twist was unexpected and exciting, the story was well developed, and the whole thing was just awesome!
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