I didn’t ask to be a doctor of your writing
nor of your lost personality,
I didn’t ask to be anything
and I don’t want you, nor do I like you…
nor do I care about you… I want to forget.
I get lost between your mouth and your neck.
Your hair, your skin and everything else.
Everything about you inhabits my thoughts.
I want to forget. I want to stop wanting you.
I didn’t ask to memorize the tone of your voice.
The sound of your moan in my ear, lost.
Disorganized with passion and petals on the ground.
The flower of our desire screaming our colors…
A boat without a rudder and without a sail, without a sky.
So clear, so dense, so liquid in its blood.
I didn’t ask you to remind me to pay the bills.
I didn’t ask for anything at all,
for nothing that concerns you.
The rest rests between yesterday and tomorrow.
The rest nestles in your lap.
The trail is mine, please try to forget.
Powerfully penned, PAR. Excellent write my friend. I can feel the pain in your words, haunted by a memory, wishing time would make you forget. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you my brother.
Damian
You are the best my brother!
This is giving me sorrow and slight anger. Really good spill.
Two of the most poetic emotions. Good! A big hug my dear.
Awesome! This is the poem of the day to me. The frustration jerking the pen across the page, all helter skelter. The need to be stern and yet softened at the core.
Awesome!
Thank you for being there and reading my things. Big hug, a very special 2026!