It’s a hard truth when your heart is made of satin ribbons
to be wrapped around another like a present,
But do not keep your ear to the ground,
Because he isn’t calling your name across the shore
And certainly isn’t whispering that he loves you.
Don’t keep your eyes peeled either, because he’s not
In the crowds or standing on the mountains,
And you don’t have to wear contact lenses today
Or tomorrow or any day to see him,
Because even though he was right when he said you can see the stars in your irises
And you’re worth more than gold,
If only you could untangle your stretching heart from him,
Take a moment to see beyond
And remember that today’s gold standard is 1285.60 per ounce
And yesterday it was 1283.80 per ounce –
But that you are priceless everyday.
I know it’s hard to see when you’ve got the entire sky in your eyes,
But it’s just like in those cheesy campfire love songs from your 14th birthday party,
If only you could see what I can see, you’d understand that looking in a mirror
Doesn’t reflect just how beautiful you really are,
Because beauty is on the outside,
not inside your head or his head or anyone else’s –
It’s the way you walk, the octave of your laugh, and the nod of your head;
It’s your satin ribbon heart not wound tightly around another
But tied up in a rosette in the palms of your hands –
And you don’t need to wear contact lenses to see that.
Written January 9, 2019.
Parameters: Lyrical poem, fragment, theme of moving on
Commentary: I suppose this is written in the tradition of slam poetry as I’ve been reading a lot of Sarah Kay lately. I always worry about my poems bordering on maudlin with this type of form, however, so I’m hoping to reconfigure this into a more structured format later on and perhaps combining it with other themes to elevate the overall feeling. I’m also conflicted because my general philosophy is that love is who you are, not necessarily what you give, but I don’t think this poem reflects that or the nuances behind this belief. Feedback is welcome!