Over You

100 words about a girl who's hung up on a guy
(c) Sonya, 2010 – here’s a better photo 

It’s such a fine line between art and vandalism.

When you bombed every wall of my soul

– ‘You and I, babe, we’ll last forever’ –

I carried your murals within me,

Ignorant of their power.

Never mind forever, we didn’t last a year.

But you sprayed your tags in indelible ink

And no other guy has found a way to buff them.

They keep burning within me.

At night, when I can’t sleep,

I revisit your words and marvel at their beauty.

How real they seem

When you never ever meant them.

I should have seen you’re quite the con artist.

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Be honest: Have I stretched the graffiti metaphor too far?

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16 thoughts on “Over You

  1. I really like the metaphor, you pulled it off very well, in my opinion. Anyways, that’s what poetry is all about, taking two different images and merge them together, and in this case, it’s a vandalized wall and a broken heart. 🙂

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  2. This is great; you didn’t stretch the graffiti metaphor too far, not at all, you stretched it just far enough to fit your poem comfortably within it. These two lines are especially arresting: “But you sprayed your tags in indelible ink

    And no other guy has found a way to buff them.”

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