The usual, self-subdued jump
From my heart; phone just beeped again
Vibrated off the desk, within seconds I'm there
Emotions watch as the inbox opens
To reveal a somewhat inverted love letter
No need to analyse the number
of kisses; there aren't any. Just a single sentence
A half-hearted attempt at self-justification
"Basically, it's over, you're just not the guy
That I thought you were when I first met you."
So that's that then. I never knew first impressions
Could be so deceptive - did you?
Scroll down to delete, fuck, wrong button
Can't think who exactly I'd want to forward this to
Scroll back up, and with one last look
Deep breath, press button, all traces of you:
The taste of your lips, your delicate skin,
The touch of velvet, soft body curvature,
The smell of perfume and sticky ecstasy,
The sight of your eyes, their nervous rapture,
Are you sure you want to delete? Yes, I'm sure
Throw the phone carelessly to no side,
Close that book, and throw it in the dusty library
And sit back down at the unfeeling computer.
YOU ARE READING
Standing in the Shadows of Giants
PoetryMy first attempt at a poetry collection, this is a selection of works that I mainly wrote across the summer of 2010, with some other stuff in there too. Forbidden love, unrequited love, love in general, betrayal, social observation - it's all here t...
