Her Dance

[psycosynthesis]

I'm looking at
His artwork of
You and him
And I'm,
Smiling and agreeing.
You hold onto a
Lamppost, dancing.
As I
Refuse to relent
My grip on
The ideal of you.
My eyes can't
Help but stray
Towards you, dancing.
Even as I hug him.
Chemical induced,
A fit of forgiveness
And a feeble attempt
To forget you, dancing.

 

[Mr. Prickles]

When I first read this I imagined it being the lyrics to a Chiodos song. Not necessarily a bad thing.

 

[up all night]

A moment in time that leaves just enough to the imagination. Nice work.

 

[doofqueen]

Beautiful

 

[(Wordy)]

Lovely.

It dances... there's an elegant rhythm, astute linebreaks, and unexpected segues of imagery.

 

[E-girl]

"As I
Refuse to relent
My grip on
The ideal of you."

I really liked this. I think that love causes us to invent a certain image of someone, and whether or not they hold true to it, once you embed that image in your mind, its hard to ever change it.

I always did the same thing. Even with the people that really hurt me, all I would ever remember them by was some ideal I had once dreamed up for them in my head. And even long after I had clarity on who they really were, my heart had decided on something completely different.