My life flashes before my eyes,
except it’s not just mine,
it’s my brother’s and my mom’s,
it’s my best friends’,
and even my dog’s.
There’s nothing remotely interesting about the events that I see,
except when I see your face,
and the way the scar on your chin tilted to the left when you smiled,
how when you laughed,
the whole world stopped to marvel at the sound,
of such a happy and joyous tune,
and the rhythm of the way you breathe flies past my ears,
and I can’t help but wonder why I don’t write more sappy poetry,
about the times we spent together,
but I think that would defeat the purpose of gooey poetry,
because you’re gone,
and all of my mushy words turn to heartache,
that I’m not completely ready to accept yet.
So screw words and lines full of the almost L word,
that was on the tip of both of our tongues.
This has me shook, dude. The amount of trying not to be sappy while still being very emotional in this poem is overwhelming, especially when we all know you do not writing like this. This poem meant something; do not underestimate the amount of vulnerability you had to have to post this; great piece, I really, truthfully think it’s one of your best poems.
this was a punch in a gut that doesn’t even belong to me, but i still felt it all over. whenever my life flashes before my eyes, it’s always more about other people than it is about me, and it makes me wonder who’s life is really flashing in front of me. this was a really nice piece.
I dunno what happened but this hit hard, i get that feeling of having something that never quite got to be that serious but still lingered on that edge. It was an almost love story tragedy and its beautiful.