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I'm Rachelle, I'm 17, and I like white hot chocolate.
"I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem."
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"I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem."
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I want to steal you from the
world
and paint each movement of your bones
with beautiful, times new roman metaphors,
but I can’t even allow that desire
to swallow me whole before
I second guess myself.
Your eyes are the softest shade of blue
(or maybe gray)
that I’ve ever seen,
but I know that they have the power
to harden into icy spears.
And your lips are an inviting shade of pink,
but I’m afraid that I don’t want to know
how they got that way.
r.m.
and paint each movement of your bones
with beautiful, times new roman metaphors,
but I can’t even allow that desire
to swallow me whole before
I second guess myself.
Your eyes are the softest shade of blue
(or maybe gray)
that I’ve ever seen,
but I know that they have the power
to harden into icy spears.
And your lips are an inviting shade of pink,
but I’m afraid that I don’t want to know
how they got that way.
r.m.
Once,
when I was 8 and a half years old,
My dad and I rushed outside, hand in hand, to experience the
The most intense storm that year. I could’ve sworn that I was
Being swept off my feet with every whip of air, and I thought each
Cold splash of water would have been enough to knock me to the ground.
I could feel the excitement flowing through my veins like the ocean’s current.
Once, when I was 14 years old,
You and I dared to sprint hand in hand through monstrously
Large puddles and we refused to believe that we needed umbrellas.
(Even when you got sick 3 days later.)
I kissed the raindrops from your nose and you helped me wring my hair dry
And I had never been more convinced that water was harmless.
Now, when I am 17 years old,
All I can hear is the pounding of pluvial weather, but the rain is only falling
From the dark brown storm clouds on my face. I promised you that I’d
Never forget the lift in your cheeks when you laughed, or the way that your
Bottom lip stuck out slightly when I was just out of reach. Keeping my word
Is killing me. I can hear your voice in every drop that smacks against my skin.
I thought water was harmless, but now that it’s burning my cheeks, I’m not so sure.
My dad and I rushed outside, hand in hand, to experience the
The most intense storm that year. I could’ve sworn that I was
Being swept off my feet with every whip of air, and I thought each
Cold splash of water would have been enough to knock me to the ground.
I could feel the excitement flowing through my veins like the ocean’s current.
Once, when I was 14 years old,
You and I dared to sprint hand in hand through monstrously
Large puddles and we refused to believe that we needed umbrellas.
(Even when you got sick 3 days later.)
I kissed the raindrops from your nose and you helped me wring my hair dry
And I had never been more convinced that water was harmless.
Now, when I am 17 years old,
All I can hear is the pounding of pluvial weather, but the rain is only falling
From the dark brown storm clouds on my face. I promised you that I’d
Never forget the lift in your cheeks when you laughed, or the way that your
Bottom lip stuck out slightly when I was just out of reach. Keeping my word
Is killing me. I can hear your voice in every drop that smacks against my skin.
I thought water was harmless, but now that it’s burning my cheeks, I’m not so sure.
r.m.
I hope her freckles swallow her
face
before you can reach her lips and
I hope all of her skinny jeans turn to steel
so you never get the chance to slip your
fingers through even a single belt loop.
I hope her hands expand to the point
where it’s impossible for you to
entangle your pinkies with hers and
I hope Ursula swims up from
the depths of the sea and captures her voice
so that she can’t beat me to whispering
“I love you”s into your hair.
r.m.
before you can reach her lips and
I hope all of her skinny jeans turn to steel
so you never get the chance to slip your
fingers through even a single belt loop.
I hope her hands expand to the point
where it’s impossible for you to
entangle your pinkies with hers and
I hope Ursula swims up from
the depths of the sea and captures her voice
so that she can’t beat me to whispering
“I love you”s into your hair.
r.m.
I loved you the same way
I loved my favorite book.
I spent more hours
than I could count studying you,
underlining my favorite quotations
and cherishing each of your typos
as greatly as your
magnificent metaphors and
perfectly placed punctuation.
You melted into the
grooves of my palms and
I dreamt in size twelve
times new roman.
I caressed your cover until
each tawny brown color
in your eyes had become matte,
and I opened you up and
thumbed through your pages
so often that they started to shake loose,
and eventually,
your delicate spine
split down the middle.
"My love broke you." r.m.
I loved my favorite book.
I spent more hours
than I could count studying you,
underlining my favorite quotations
and cherishing each of your typos
as greatly as your
magnificent metaphors and
perfectly placed punctuation.
You melted into the
grooves of my palms and
I dreamt in size twelve
times new roman.
I caressed your cover until
each tawny brown color
in your eyes had become matte,
and I opened you up and
thumbed through your pages
so often that they started to shake loose,
and eventually,
your delicate spine
split down the middle.
"My love broke you." r.m.
You were the most genuine person I
had ever met.
Your stories never altered when you recited them to new listeners, and
You would have considered yourself rotten if you ever lied.
There never came a day that you didn’t stick to your word, and
In your life, the most important thing was honesty.
I admired you for your absolute dedication to truth,
But, now I’ve learned to be terrified by it.
You told yourself that you wouldn’t speak to me again and
I repeatedly let you know that you could change your mind.
I tried my best to etch the idea into your brain but
My hand may have slipped and made each letter illegible or
I may have cut too deep. But either way,
I know you hold your promises to yourself higher than your instincts.
If one day you got bombarded by spontaneous pangs of nostalgia,
I hardly believe you would allow any memory to take control of your limbs and
Use them to dial my number or to carry your feet in my direction.
r.m.
Your stories never altered when you recited them to new listeners, and
You would have considered yourself rotten if you ever lied.
There never came a day that you didn’t stick to your word, and
In your life, the most important thing was honesty.
I admired you for your absolute dedication to truth,
But, now I’ve learned to be terrified by it.
You told yourself that you wouldn’t speak to me again and
I repeatedly let you know that you could change your mind.
I tried my best to etch the idea into your brain but
My hand may have slipped and made each letter illegible or
I may have cut too deep. But either way,
I know you hold your promises to yourself higher than your instincts.
If one day you got bombarded by spontaneous pangs of nostalgia,
I hardly believe you would allow any memory to take control of your limbs and
Use them to dial my number or to carry your feet in my direction.
r.m.
The day you left, was the day
that
each molecule of concrete beneath
my feet swallowed me whole.
I’ve been trapped in a labyrinth
of gray and black pebbles
for what feels like years,
and every day I can hear
the pluvial weather splashing
all around me, but i never feel wet.
I spend every waking moment
wishing that your arms could
hold me closer than the gravel,
and hoping that you could
hear my hoarse voice desperately
screaming your name.
But I know you can’t and
Even if you could,
I don’t think you’d care.
r.m.
each molecule of concrete beneath
my feet swallowed me whole.
I’ve been trapped in a labyrinth
of gray and black pebbles
for what feels like years,
and every day I can hear
the pluvial weather splashing
all around me, but i never feel wet.
I spend every waking moment
wishing that your arms could
hold me closer than the gravel,
and hoping that you could
hear my hoarse voice desperately
screaming your name.
But I know you can’t and
Even if you could,
I don’t think you’d care.
r.m.