For all my whispers to the wind, you call back with double the idea and bling
For every kiss I lay to you I find it given to someone bright and new
Today I thought that somewhere it was to be
My silly hopeless beating thoughts picked the petals just to see
that never a day goes by you come to think of me
I linger in the taste of bread, a bite when nothing is left to be fed
I linger in the week-old sheets when laundry piles higher than New York streets
I hide under forgot toys and speak over the TVs static noise
I am what you do when all your pals are on the move
I’m the smeared makeup, the sweat, and painful bruise
Oh why oh why am I so amused
I wrote this poem while dating my first long-term boyfriend. To say the least, the relationship left me utterly neglected and longing. A weary, yet necessary time in my life in order to teach me important and lasting values. While love is an entirely subjective matter, I know this young man had at times been a companion. High school was a very impressionable time and while the relationship was young and reckless looking back I see only young children making sense of the world.
The novel written by Mary Shelly, Frankenstein