Poetry / Jarring
The cuts I tend become the scars that remember
But the tears I cried, kept in jars, can’t remember.
I’ve tried so hard to hold the knife and sever
The vile who’ve embodied czars, and won’t remember.
Hold me closer and tell me how to reverse this flowing river
My hands twitch at how our wars are so easy to remember.
Last night I preyed on that which was said to be ours forever
And when I licked my lips my gut thinned and strived to remember.
Your skin was so soft while it lay upon the embers
Maybe the love that was ours was too hard to remember.
The ravens haven’t left my view, and they’ve risen in number
Their eyes are like the stars that were in yours, but I try not to remember.
I loved the way your hair fell on your brow in September
I’ll lay down my head, behind the bars I failed to remember.
Your body was beautiful, and that I do remember
I thought I’d put it in jars, so Jason could remember.
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that was really touching, but at the end it through me off because i think i misinterpreted it…
does it mean that you chopped her up?
i dont know but the lines above it were really true,
becausei feel as though i cannot remmeber anything that he and i did said or felt,
but somehow i still feel it,
its hard to explain….
but i think i know what you mean…
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