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I don't love you anymore. The words taste good and my tongue celebrates. My heart is pure muscle; there's no hint of break. You might want to hurt, but you've waited too late... I don't love you anymore. All the silk words that you streamed past my eyes, mean nothing to read now, so why act surprised? I'm a shallow girl, damaged--out of sight, out of mind-- You fell back; I left you behind. |
"my tongue celebrates" "my heart is pure muscle" mmm yes. i like the almost violent nature of the first stanza and the strong persona that is advanced...then the second stanza twists...and the speaker is admitting being damaged, an emotional wreck... "you fell back" but was quicker, and fell farther back faster...and away from you... "the silk words you streamed" smooth..like the fast talking dude pulling magic tricks with his words to fool the unsuspecting woman...who falls for the illusion. i like the way this hits...although the title doesn't work for me....yes i understand the use of it...but i think it takes away from the force of the piece poetically,,,and maybe takes away from how we can absorb this poem with a more serious tone... what a combo.."a shallow girl with a heart of muscle" jacob | Posted on 2011-05-20 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] | |