summer of seventeen

"I know, I know; just let it go."

i stood, outside on a hot sticky night

crimson love running down my thigh.

we were so in love.

before.

how ironic.

“I know, I know; just go home.”

it was us   you know

you and i

created on a night masked

as a goodbye.

“I know, I know; just leave me alone.”

the yellow light hangs over your door.

it mocks me. laughs and brightly

refuses to shed any light as to why

a fluid filled with parts of us

flows into my gown.

its pink flowers,

pale yellow cotton

is stained now -

a shade raging red.

reeking of it

“I know,  I know; just let it be.”

you

did not

lose

what i

did.

look back and want

obsessively

to find it

in the shower scarlet streams stain,

i stand in a red sea

with no one to part it,

to guide me.

the sea seeps

into my room and splatters

on the white wall where images

of my imagination once gathered

in countless colored crayons

where portraits of our kisses

hung happily.

i wish it never

happened

“I know, I know; just wait and see.”

the crude cut knives you fastened,

fenced around my heart.

as you sent me away,

they ruined me.

i still fake being fine

sometimes

“I know, I know; I’m sorry”

you, not there to hold me tight

as they stood, judging me

as the learning boy took his gloved hand

inside me, generically.

with my legs apart i was

a dirty dish

being scraped clean

of us      you know

you and i

“I know, I know; just let it go.”

So, dark and twisty? yes, but it was necessary for me with this poem. in workshop, I've been told it's "too much". I stand by it needs to be much, some agree, some don't. But that's the perks of being a writer, I get final call when it comes to my work. For now, it needs to be in this form with these words.