I'll Be Seeing You
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Category:
Poetry › Free Verse
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
511
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of poetry. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
I'll Be Seeing You
Disclaimer: Song that i used is by Billy Holiday, everything else belongs to me.
I'll be seeing you
In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces
All day through.
It all began on that hot summers day. That day i'll never forget, that day that i met you, that day my life started, the day my life was lost, lost in you.
There he was. Perfection. Mine.
I was stunned. In love. There was never a question of if you'd be mine. You always were.
Drugs our first attraction. The thing that lead me to that room. Coke weed alcohol. And Emili the catylst.
It began with kissing. groping. touching
It ended in a tangle of sweaty limbs. exchanged phone numbers. And a trip to the emergency room. 18 stitches
and the feel of butterflies kissing the walls of my stomache
In that small cafe;
The park across the way;
The children's carousel;
The chestnut trees;
The wishin' well.
The second time we made love was on your washing machine. We never got bored of that spot. Everything else, but not that spot.
That time on Valentines Day. With the ropes and the burning fireplace. Basking in the warmth holding eachother afterwards. You falling asleep. I can still remember crying.
I bet you remember the Elevator. Big red stop button. Dirty floor. The anticipation of being caught. The giddy relief when we get away. High Five walking home.
I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day;
In every thing that's light and gay.
I'll always think of you that way.
Crack. The sound of my rib cracking. Curling into a ball waiting for the next kick. Standing. Falling. The words resounding in my Head. Stay down bitch
Punch. Pain. The wooden chair breaking. The feeling of your fists pounding mercilesdly on my back.
Black. No air. Wind pipe shutting. i can still see that look of hatred. The lust for my pain. You want me to die.
I'll find you
In the morning sun
And when the night is new.
I'll be looking at the moon,
But I'll be seeing you.
The End. You hit me for the last time. you left me behind for the last time
Tequila. Another man. An escape.
Who was to know this would be the one time you would come back for me.
Naked. Another mans bed. Your fists beating him. The bathroom door being broken in. The look of pain in your eyes when you see clearly for the first time.
I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day;
In every thing that's light and gay.
I'll always think of you that way.
You told me things were getting better. I laughed. We both knew the truth. Nothing gets better ever. The scars we left. So deep.
I remember. Not everything. Just these pieces. Pieces of you pieces of me.
Pain. Crying. Suffering.
Love. Comfort. Eternal.
Never. Again. Forever.
I'll find you
In the morning sun
And when the night is new.
I'll be looking at the moon,
But I'll be seeing you
I'll be seeing you
In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces
All day through.
It all began on that hot summers day. That day i'll never forget, that day that i met you, that day my life started, the day my life was lost, lost in you.
There he was. Perfection. Mine.
I was stunned. In love. There was never a question of if you'd be mine. You always were.
Drugs our first attraction. The thing that lead me to that room. Coke weed alcohol. And Emili the catylst.
It began with kissing. groping. touching
It ended in a tangle of sweaty limbs. exchanged phone numbers. And a trip to the emergency room. 18 stitches
and the feel of butterflies kissing the walls of my stomache
In that small cafe;
The park across the way;
The children's carousel;
The chestnut trees;
The wishin' well.
The second time we made love was on your washing machine. We never got bored of that spot. Everything else, but not that spot.
That time on Valentines Day. With the ropes and the burning fireplace. Basking in the warmth holding eachother afterwards. You falling asleep. I can still remember crying.
I bet you remember the Elevator. Big red stop button. Dirty floor. The anticipation of being caught. The giddy relief when we get away. High Five walking home.
I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day;
In every thing that's light and gay.
I'll always think of you that way.
Crack. The sound of my rib cracking. Curling into a ball waiting for the next kick. Standing. Falling. The words resounding in my Head. Stay down bitch
Punch. Pain. The wooden chair breaking. The feeling of your fists pounding mercilesdly on my back.
Black. No air. Wind pipe shutting. i can still see that look of hatred. The lust for my pain. You want me to die.
I'll find you
In the morning sun
And when the night is new.
I'll be looking at the moon,
But I'll be seeing you.
The End. You hit me for the last time. you left me behind for the last time
Tequila. Another man. An escape.
Who was to know this would be the one time you would come back for me.
Naked. Another mans bed. Your fists beating him. The bathroom door being broken in. The look of pain in your eyes when you see clearly for the first time.
I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day;
In every thing that's light and gay.
I'll always think of you that way.
You told me things were getting better. I laughed. We both knew the truth. Nothing gets better ever. The scars we left. So deep.
I remember. Not everything. Just these pieces. Pieces of you pieces of me.
Pain. Crying. Suffering.
Love. Comfort. Eternal.
Never. Again. Forever.
I'll find you
In the morning sun
And when the night is new.
I'll be looking at the moon,
But I'll be seeing you