By: Chelsie Jaques
White teeth and bright red lipstick
The two combined leave traces behind
Seen only to some as a blemish or stain
To other tells a story of happiness or shame
A kiss on a handkerchief
From the day you left for war
A kiss left on the cheek
A gift from grandma when you turned 18
A kiss left on the wine glass
From the night he proposed
A kiss left on the collar
From the night he didn’t come home
A kiss left on someone’s hand
To say never forget me
If the trace of a kiss can tell all this
Imagine what the heart could tell
If it could be left behind
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Addiction (Workshop)
By: Chelsie Jaques
It’s that touch that sends shivers down your spine
The touch that becomes the highlight of your day
When your hands slide right into his and fit
Like they where made to join and made to stay for life
When he pulls you tight and your breaths line up together
The two heartbeats become a pounding drum
It’s like cocaine and you’re the addict
It’s that smile that can only be served with a reflection from your own face
The dimples that you can’t keep your hands off
The smile that brings those butterflies out of their cocoon
Only to explode in your stomach
Giving you the feeling you got the first time he said “Hello”
The smile that whispers “I’ll need you forever. I just can’t find a way to tell you.”
It’s like cocaine and you’re the addict
That smell that lingers on your clothes for days
Or when you lay your head on your pillow
The memories fly by at the whiff of him
The smell that when you miss him so much
Sooths the feeling of pain
The smell from the t-shirt he left behind
It’s like cocaine and you’re that addict
To top it off it’s the memories
The memories that make you cry and laugh at the same time
Or the ones you wish you could relive to change
It’s the night it all ended
The night the shivers disappeared
The day you deleted that last picture of his smile
That last load of laundry that wore off his lingering smell
Or maybe it that good memories that hurt the most
The one that you now know will never get to be relived
Other than when you reminisce in your room
With a box of tissues and the dress you wore the last night you were together
Ripped at the seams is your heart and what is left of that dress
He was like cocaine and you’re that addict
PS: This is what it feels like to be cut off
And waiting for the next fix
It’s that touch that sends shivers down your spine
The touch that becomes the highlight of your day
When your hands slide right into his and fit
Like they where made to join and made to stay for life
When he pulls you tight and your breaths line up together
The two heartbeats become a pounding drum
It’s like cocaine and you’re the addict
It’s that smile that can only be served with a reflection from your own face
The dimples that you can’t keep your hands off
The smile that brings those butterflies out of their cocoon
Only to explode in your stomach
Giving you the feeling you got the first time he said “Hello”
The smile that whispers “I’ll need you forever. I just can’t find a way to tell you.”
It’s like cocaine and you’re the addict
That smell that lingers on your clothes for days
Or when you lay your head on your pillow
The memories fly by at the whiff of him
The smell that when you miss him so much
Sooths the feeling of pain
The smell from the t-shirt he left behind
It’s like cocaine and you’re that addict
To top it off it’s the memories
The memories that make you cry and laugh at the same time
Or the ones you wish you could relive to change
It’s the night it all ended
The night the shivers disappeared
The day you deleted that last picture of his smile
That last load of laundry that wore off his lingering smell
Or maybe it that good memories that hurt the most
The one that you now know will never get to be relived
Other than when you reminisce in your room
With a box of tissues and the dress you wore the last night you were together
Ripped at the seams is your heart and what is left of that dress
He was like cocaine and you’re that addict
PS: This is what it feels like to be cut off
And waiting for the next fix
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