Here I go again...trying to interpete as best I can :)...I liked how you separate this one into two very different parts...yes they are connected but...what I noticed first up was that there is no We Are....which leads me to believe the relationship did not work out?

You are

The Queensland cane fields I keep
finger painting. Feathered flowers, honeysuckle,
wheat and the soft pastels found in Romanticism.
I stopped thinking you were sweet when I started
savouring your touch like the last banana slice in a
sugar filled yogurt. You were the empty highways
between green grass and cows, the kind we suddenly
became tangled on. You are the scent of paint;
mango trees, bush bees because those are the
only kind you're not allergic to.

^^^^

I think the finger painting could possibly be a metaphor for happiness? And further along...I'm thinking when you did see the flaws you accepted them because..no one is perfect after all. I'm not sure about the last part....is there sarcasm here/...the only ones you weren't allergic too?

I am

The cane toads sucking the sweetness
from your decay. An afternoon zephyr, cinnamon,
stale oats and the confusion found in abstraction.
I stopped thinking you were sour when I became
hungry for the sweet perfume that was your neck. I am
the low fat everything that faded the softness of my
curves, an expiry date, spilt milk and the red lights that
have kept us from designing an atlas together.
I was the vanilla shower gel washing the paint
from the canvas of your body, a cyclone,
a reaction and

^^^

Well the cane toad, as we both know, is a pest here...is this how you are trying to portray how you feel this person viewed you?

I have no idea what the red light and the atlas part is about...perhaps you will share this sometime?

tombstones inscribed with these
spineless poems.

Again...metaphorically I would say the tombstones represent your diary or something.

Got me guessing once more Mel....as usual...enjoyed!!!

Outstanding piece Mel.I really liked you anti-romantic poem.Very creative and unique.

How did i ever miss this

Mel your poetry breaks my heart like no other...I mean in an instant, when I read that last word on any of your poems my heart rips in half....which isn't good for me lol! yet, I love when poetry can move me that way...

I agree with Hellon, I love that this was split into two parts, yet they were both so connected...usually I would be turned off by so many metaphors in one poem, but actually I fell in love with this. I got everything you were saying, I don't think it took away from this piece, infact it added more, which is what makes the reader gasp and sigh at how sad this poem is...

I think its a terrible feeling to feel as if we have destroyed the canvas of another beautiful soul..Which is why this broke my heart because I can't imagine feeling this low to where I'd be described as low fat, expiry date, spilt milk...ugh...just cant get past those words and how it makes me frown and shake my head...

Incredibly written as always and very moving.

Ugh the urge to spill my heart out and comment all the heap of emotion this made me feel

but since you forgot I exist

I won't.

congrats on a very deserved win

YO TE LO DIJEEEEEEEEEEEEEE QUE ME IBAS OLVIDAAAARRRR...TE LO ADVERTI A TI MY GIRL

(nobody tell her what this means...google it)

muah

So much to love in this but the stand out line for me was the I am.....the confusion found in abstraction. Dang, I don't even know....just beautifully written. I just keep reading it over and over and over!!!

<3 <3 <3

Damn..

Ohhhhhhh Lissa (...We WILL get used to that new name damn it!)

How your poetry always moves me!

I don't have much free time so I'm going to come back with a proper comment, but for now I will say that you always blow me away and improve with every single piece that you write!

Where is that damn poem that said again "somewhere etc etc I lost my spine" I've been looking for it for ages