Maturing

You commented on my recent poem that you thought it was such a Warsan Shire piece and that was a lovely compliment, I've grown to admire her work. I have been trying to move outside my comfort zone and stop writing of love and the relationship and move beyond that so writing about my mother was a difficult transition and I still find myself going back to writing about .. well him. Point here is this was such a Warsan piece, I adore it. What I adore is that you're also moving beyond just writing of love, and them. You're writing about yourself and incorporating pieces of it but you're not letting it rule you, at least not in this poem. The title fits well.

"I think about your hands, I wonder who's holding them."

This for me was absolutely beautiful. You know I love the body and hands are as intimate to me as any other part of the body. This line depicts such sadness but while it speaks of absence I find myself focusing more of the thought of who is holding yours and the fact that you deserve to have someone wonderful holding your hands.

"I was never a poet, I fooled you."

This right here is my favourite. In this kind of poem where you present numbered sentences you need a strong ending and this was just wow. I'm not often speechless but really I love the idea here. I know you and I know you and I share similar thoughts in a lot of ways but this had me going wow I really wish I wrote this. It's simple yes but it is so powerful.

This is one of my favourites from you, it's mature. That's what I like. I feel like I'm seeing a whole new side.

Mel

I like this style. And every. Single. Punchline.

"14.I think about your hands, I wonder who's holding them."
^ You stepped right into my mind there.