Nominating this first thing Monday morning...you know how i feel lately, and you described it to a T....add it to my list to hate men...lol

Metaphorically BRILLIANT beyond measures. Seriously..

I definitely agree with Chelsey.

Mind you, not that I think I'm some master of brilliance by any means but I do recognize talent when I read it.

I think the transition between each stanza was flawless and the first punch for me, came in this stanza:

"Trusting your words
at face value, I turned
my back, to reflect
on the after birth
of a stormy romance"

I cannot tell you how many times I've taken things for face value, especially words. How frustrating is this? I mean, really, being poets, shouldn't we be well skilled in the art of recognizing "just words?" Seems to me, that we should be professionals with enough skill to see through smoke. *shrugs*

Sorry, tangent there.

I'm left feeling the wounds, when you describe the feeling of the pitch fork still lodged in the spine and love the comparison to a rustic weapon.

The last stanza, perfectly executed ending.

"Forgetting you is impossible,
my heart always skips a beat
leaving room for the punctured
rhythm of your betrayal."

This leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. Such a familiar feeling.

One of my favorite "writes" of yours.

Andrea, I remember reading this and not being able to comment because of how hard the emotion hit me, and how it reminded me of someone I wanted to forget.

I apologise for taking so long to get back to it.

I still don't really have the words to leave, for it is still such a strong piece and deep to me as I am sure you...and many other people reading this.

But I just wanted you to know that I did love it, and I did read it, and as always it was breathtakingly beautiful while still heartbreakingly sad. you always do this to me, and while I hate feeling so vulnerable, I love your poetry anyway

xxx