Things That Remind Me of You (Even Though They Really Shouldn’t):
the bug bite on the arch of my foot
that tickles to touch,
but i scratch anyway
because any contact
is better than nothing
the drainage in the back
of my throat, because no matter
how many times i try to cough it up
it will always resonate
inside of me
the fake nail that keeps
popping off of my right hand
because i’ll glue it on once a week
just to watch it
tear away from me again
the charcoal after its turned gray
because it sat there, burning red hot
for hours, just to be left
as ash
getting belligerent drunk
because even though
one night felt like the time of your life,
you still awake the next morning
vomiting up regret
the miserable, regular
customer that expects
larger from me than what i can deliver,
because i know
i’ll soon become like them too
if i keep crawling
back to you.
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Nice metaphors and great ending!
“the charcoal after its turned gray
because it sat there, burning red hot
for hours, just to be left
as ash”
That really hit me in the feels. Love the decision to leave “as ash” as its own line.
This is my favorite so far, but all your poetry has been really great to read. You make really smart choices and your imagery is on point. Thank you for sharing.