You were a thought

And I left you everywhere:
box beneath my bed, deep within
my memory, usb-sticks, four of them,
copy-pasted until you became a legion.

- I am liking the style with the lists that you use. I relate to this opening so much, al the memories and triggers from everything they ever touched or that belonged to them. sometimes in that state of mind, we see them in everything around us.

It was so easy to lose track of you.

- I like this part, and like it being on its own.

You were the loose words that rooted
for the same poem, forever unused.

- excellent metaphor here.

You were the song that haunted through
radios and shops, forever untitled.

- arrgh, how annoying is that when it happens. I love this line and the idea of fitting it into this poem was well used. haunting is a very strong word which represents how your thoughts are haunted by this person.

Your world must be prettier outside of my head.

- I like how you paint a picture of the same world but seen from 2 different places. I always wish I could sometimes see inside other peoples minds about how they see differently to me, or about me,

No need to be pulled apart, no more walls,
and more than chalk to tally your days.
You're free to live your life without me, now
there ought to be more glitter on your hands.

- really nice wording to end with. I am unsure if this ending is genuine or not. I guess it could be either. It could be you are letting them go because you have moved on, but it could be that this is what you want to do, want to believe, and maybe want them to see and believe. But really inside, you still can't let them go. Either way works okay from my view.

Good job.

Everything about this poem is incredibly clever. I have been sitting here for a good 10 minutes staring at the screen trying to form words to the thoughts that are floating around my mind. And they are eluding me so I apologize for the sloppiness of the comment, but I couldn't leave without saying something.

And I left you everywhere:
box beneath my bed, deep within
my memory, usb-sticks, four of them,
copy-pasted untill you became a legion.

It was so easy to lose track of you.

^^I love this, how this person has invaded so much of your life and this feels as if it is the realization or confession of it. I thought to point out, in case you didn't realize, that you put two L's in until, if you meant it that way you should definitely discard what I said.

You were the loose words that rooted
for the same poem, forever unused.

^^I agree with Chelsey, this line was like whoa to me too, it's a beautiful line.

You were the song that haunted through
radios and shops, forever untitled.

^^The idea that when we feel for someone they are everywhere and everything, comes to mind here. I obviously don't know you or the context you are writing this in, but I can really relate to it. I went through a rough, uhmm, breakup type thing, and this stanza (well the entire poem too) completely captures what it was like from my point of view.

Your world must be prettier outside of my head.

No need to be pulled apart, no more walls,
and more than chalk to tally your days.
You're free to live your life without me, now
there ought to be more glitter on your hands.

^^When I first read this, it made me wonder if this poem was written about an obsession, like if you liked the person so much that you created a version of them in your head that wasn't really like them in actuality. And when you released the thoughts of this person you were free of them, even though you may not have wanted to be. That's what the ending made me think of. But also at the same time, I feel like this isn't about a person, that it's about something else entirely. Idk, it really made me think.

Just some thoughts on it, I'm sure that they are way off, but like I said, I couldn't leave without saying anything. This is a really great, cleverly written poem. (:

Men suck, lol

Loved the bit about the loose words rooted, forever unused, that was a gorgeous line. ..as a writer it was like whoaaaaa I get it.

I have this habit of commenting on the personal part of poems, so I have to say the situation is hard...my gosh have i been there girl..losing track of someone in poems, in songs, in pictures, in thoughts...not good for the heart, but the last stanza is good, realize that we can't do that forever. We have to at some point recognize the hurt that it leaves us and tell them to move on as well as ourselves. But..in the mean time it does amazing things to our poetry like this....love it...loveeee it. To the point, poetic, and a little kick in the butt in the end, thats my kind of poetry,