i loved you helped me pick that cactus, gloved me tender when it spilled my fingers out by reflex I almost bled to death in your eyes, so blue. in curtains you came in shifting shades from alcoholic evening clouds of acid breath that laced your lips and couldn't turn away, maybe that's why everyone loves you so hard. you know the turning of stainy sheets to swamps, sweat streaked faces pulled up to focus darkness-circled eyes down to yours and full of stars, clammy glow and special smile-- and you want to believe it, so far. joining the club with hope the damage clears the love in the lust in your widening heart behind caging ribs behind perfect skin behind everything you feel so much.
OK. good stuff here. I'll start with what I like. First, third and last stanzas are perfect. I've read this poem a lot, and each time I find myself liking it more. I'm really not a good enough critic to pick them apart, but I know what I like. My problem is the second stanza. I really don't get the reference to curtains at all. I understand that everybody loves her because of her multi-faceted personality or her ability to be who everyone wants her to be, but why curtains? I know it's only one word and perhaps I'm missing something but it seems out of place. I'd appreciate it if you'd let me know what I'm missing, cos I really enjoyed this poem and would like to comprehend it fully.
Well, curtains can be either opened or closed. Maybe this is a metaphor for her personality. However, the reader is allowed to interpret the poem any way he/she likes, so curtains can be anything you feel is appropriate, really. Great poem, Heywood. I can tell a lot of emotion went into the creation of this. Keep it up!
lol. Maybe it's her legs that can be opened easily and that is why she's a slut! LMAO i like when u say that's why everyone loves you so hard and the end stanza opening isnt my fave but its a good poem all in all
i liked all but the ending stanza. the first three say so much, they are so laced with your emotions, then the last one feels like an after thought, like you wanted it to end positively, but it is such a dark poem... try opening this one up, instead of shutting it down...
