CCfire
CCfire
Apr 11, 2011

love letter #58

i found my fingers
trying to grip mountains,
a pen and some poems
and i admitted to myself

you hated the fact i wrote,
words i knew and all their meanings

i rub my hand across my cheek,
it's fresh and soap-scrubbed
there isn't a trace of you there anymore

first time i have thought of you
and didn't cry

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: [This option has been removed]

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Melbourne, Australia, AUS

Favorite Poets: Bukowski

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Comments

Eduardo Cruz

I wish it was I who wrote this.
I love this statement it rings so true.
"i rub my hand across my cheek,
it's fresh and soap-scrubbed
there isn't a trace of you there anymore"
If it's true for you, then I am happy for you.
Great write short and to the point well done Girl
Eddie C.

CCfire

Thanks Eddie, yes the person this was too did take some scrubbing but eventually things do work out the way they are meant too I think. Appreciate the comment.

M

Well, if I can post nothing else here I can at least post my monosyllabic comments to your poetry! :-D

CCfire

And I will smile everytime you do and I am sure eventually Andrew will sort it out, I am keeping the faith and besides that, here I think I am re-inspired with new stuff, I have quite a bit to post, just wanted some old favorites here for the first month or so along with some short new ones :)