Well, I had some problems following the rythm some places, but still, it was emotional and straight forward, not much covered up or hidden messages. That can be very nice to read sometimes. Just plain emotions, that one can feel inside and relate to.
Nice that you seperate your poems in such short and well put-together sentences. It makes it a comfortable read. Good work!
This is a good poem that gives the reader a good sense of the author. It follows in line with much of the classic, angsty ones, and it's nice to see that kind of poem in here.
I wish it didn't affect me but it does. I wish it didn't make me crave so much love. But I know it does, and I know no-one will love me like I need them to.
That makes me remember when it happened to me. I've had heartbreak before, but I acted like it was okay and I tried to push it to the farthest parts of my heart, just to get it to go away. I like that line.
Its in my memory. It's in my mind. It's in my heart. The memory itself consumes my memory. This is what my life has become.
I've had that too. It was there for almost four months, that longing feeling. Then, it finally went away. It took some time, but I got over it.
Very emotional and heartfelt poem, this one... it lacked a bit of flow in the start, but after that it was all good. This poem, to me, is interesting as it poses many unanswered questions... like what was the memory? What caused you to wish it would go away? What happened? However, I thought it would've been better if you gave like a clue or something on what happened... But we know that it is about love, in one way or another, as you have written: "I wish it didn't make me crave so much love.", "I know no one will love me like I need them to." Your word choice was also good... especially the first stanza, that really caught my attention. Well-written!
I really do like it, and I guess I can understand not putting in what exact memory you're trying to evade. It does make it easier for others to relate to in that they can think about it and relate it to their own memories, and it wasn't really about the thing itself but the process of trying to get rid of it. So if you're trying to get rid of it you don't explain it in the poem. Even so, I am also curious about it. maybe if you right about what happened in another poem?
this poem seemed very emotional... i felt as though i was listening to a song or something that someone was humming in their head while trying to go to sleep... very mythodical... and such. this is very beautiful, and slightly said, like a trinkle of rain dripping from a leaf. Very good...