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12 months later,
Will I forget
That there was once
A person I adored?
52 weeks later,
Will I remember
What it was like
To be held in your arms?
365 days later,
Will your warmth
Still accompany me
Like those cold nights we've had together?
8,765 hours later,
Will you still
Hold my hands
Until they're the same temperature?
31,556,926 seconds later,
Will there still be "us"?
A year later,
Will I remember
I had once fallen in love?
Will I still be able
To see our shadows
Collapse with each other?
Will I remain faithful,
And love you even after 31,556,926 seconds?
Whether it's 8,765 hours,
Or 365 days, 52 weeks,
Or even just 12 months later --
A year later,
Will it matter to you?
-- Will I matter to you anymore?
Will I forget
That there was once
A person I adored?
52 weeks later,
Will I remember
What it was like
To be held in your arms?
365 days later,
Will your warmth
Still accompany me
Like those cold nights we've had together?
8,765 hours later,
Will you still
Hold my hands
Until they're the same temperature?
31,556,926 seconds later,
Will there still be "us"?
A year later,
Will I remember
I had once fallen in love?
Will I still be able
To see our shadows
Collapse with each other?
Will I remain faithful,
And love you even after 31,556,926 seconds?
Whether it's 8,765 hours,
Or 365 days, 52 weeks,
Or even just 12 months later --
A year later,
Will it matter to you?
-- Will I matter to you anymore?
Literature
Overdue
i don't want to be human,
because then i wouldn't have
emotions for you to trample
and hopes for you to burn.
(i know you can't catch
smoke in a bottle,
but i tried anyways.)
i don't want to be human,
because then i wouldn't have
a body for you to strike
or a will for you to break.
(my fingers are all
bloodied from trying
to pick up the pieces.)
i don't want to be human,
because then i wouldn't have
a heart
for you to steal.
(sometimes,
i hope you're just
borrowing it.)
Literature
Three Minutes
I HAVE NO REAL CONCEPT OF HUNGER.
When my stomach starts to growl,
In three minutes I can walk to the freezer,
Select a meal and pop it in the microwave.
I HAVE NO TRUE SENSE OF HORROR.
When I am scared,
In three minutes I can find the remote control
And turn the channel and my fear dissipates.
I HAVE NEVER FELT REAL THIRST.
In three minutes, I can walk to the cupboard,
Select the size of cup I want,
And fill it with water from a sink.
I HAVE NEVER FELT COMPLETELY HELPLESS.
I have a roof over my head and a lock on the door,
And if I am in danger in three minutes I can
Grab my cell phone, dial 911, and have help on the way.
I
Literature
18 Years Ago
i.
18 years ago
you touched me
16 years ago
you stopped
14 years ago
I finally told on you
Too late
was all I heard
ii.
13 years
until I willingly was touched
1 more
till I was calm
I'm still waiting for a time
when I can truly let him love me
iii.
I never did confront you
for those 18 years of pain
And the years that are to follow
until I can really let someone in
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A Year Later
Written by Annie Cheng
This submission has been entered as a contest entry for #theWrittenRevolution.
Things change over time;
Is it always best to remain the same?
-Annie.
Written by Annie Cheng
This submission has been entered as a contest entry for #theWrittenRevolution.
Things change over time;
Is it always best to remain the same?
-Annie.
© 2011 - 2024 anniecheng09
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the smaller the units of time the more desperate it sounds, getting built up like that. nicely written, normally I wouldn't be that drawn into this nature of writing but you got me