You know I've felt like this, wanting someone who hurt me, but I never could write it the way you did, that creativity you have, how you can take anything and use it in poetry, the whole metaphor of the staircase is just amazing, it really packs a punch and works amazingly well.

I hate seeing sad pieces from you, but I hope writing gives you that release you need and helps you to come to terms with this lost love.

love always...x

Its a really sad and touching piece. You wrote your feelings perfectly.
Great job Chels:)

Chels this was heartbreaking , but the emotions
You managed to reach were awesome

Such a talent :)

There's a dusty wooden staircase, with squeaky floor boards,
that ascend from my heart to my brain. Thoughts have trampled
up and down it since last Autumn and I haven't touched them
since. They've slid down the banister, they've tripped up some steps,
and I've refrained from scolding.

- wow, what an opening, it begins like a story from a childrens book or something, "There's a dusty wooden staircase, with squeaky floor boards,"
I love how you used the staircase and bainster to relate tot he rollercoaster of emotions you have been through!

Calls are shouted from the top to bottom and
no matter who's yelling for who, no one seems
to hear it right...

- I got from this that when things get so heated between two people it often occurs that they stop hearing what each other has to say because they focus too much on what they want to say. And so in turn, nothing is heard from each other apart from their own shoutings. :/

I already know what they're shouting about.

It's the same conversation month after month,
debating, praying, crying over you.
Should they Lysol the railing?
Swiffer the hard wood?
Hang a chandelier
and welcome
you back?

The bickering, the screeching, I document
it all because I'm taking notes
on what they think I should do.
Only research, only time
will reveal the truth.

- these stanza's show that the relationship may be over but the feelings are definatly not over with and are casing some upheavel for you. Others may be able to advise you but in the end only you can make the decisions for yourself.

I can't forget what happened and how
we've outgrown the bond we once held,
yet signals pass from one organ to the next
and they tell me I should reach for you-
for the exact same hand that pushed me
down the stairs.

- love your ending Chels Chels, the way you started off with the stairs and then ended it with them, so powerful. I can so relate tot he signals passing, I assume from the brain to the heart. Both saying different things and so the signals get very mixed up and we have no idea which one to listen to.

Very powerful poem, lots of deep sadness but you have penned it so creatively using this stair case for your imagery.

<3 hugs x

You took a metaphor... molded it.. with your feelings and made me cry... this was awesome... you know I dont comment much at night.. not when Im droopy.. but this piece is just mind blowing!

Oh missy,..

I'm lost for words.
You even have a sectioned heart form in the layout, that ripples the pain.

You projected your picture in words very clearly missy, not a smudge on your canvas.... But I still see tears.

Big hug x