(This is how it felt the fateful night when I faked it)
A Little Like Candy
By Sarah McKeever Hitt
You taste a bit like candy
And you smell a little like hatred
Your face reminds me of grass stains
And you make me feel alone
Your hand on my arm is like fire
And the bartender seems to notice
He covers my wounds with poison in a glass
And I thank him with a five dollar bill
Saved by the beats of the speakers
And I am grateful for the effects.
I close my eyes to feel alive
And let the music saves me.
The air reeks of tequila
And it makes me want to kiss you
The music vibrates my bones
And I just want to cry.
My head is spinning like mad
And I stay in this moment too long
My flesh is shivering and wet
And you are dry as a bone.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Happy Saturday
Happy Saturday.
A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt
Something fantastic
traces my senses
elicit affair
ever pending
Transferring messages
telling of secrets
keep it in the closet
forever.
Not to be spoken
hearts burst forth
affirming the notion
together for now.
Hushed voices
giggling silently
showing the world
we don't care
Alone together
fleeting moments
give way to good-byes
expected
And we are fine
with closure of day
holding forever clinging to
a second no one can steal.
© 2008 Sarah McKeever Hitt
A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt
Something fantastic
traces my senses
elicit affair
ever pending
Transferring messages
telling of secrets
keep it in the closet
forever.
Not to be spoken
hearts burst forth
affirming the notion
together for now.
Hushed voices
giggling silently
showing the world
we don't care
Alone together
fleeting moments
give way to good-byes
expected
And we are fine
with closure of day
holding forever clinging to
a second no one can steal.
© 2008 Sarah McKeever Hitt
Charity
Charity.
A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt
I miss the laughter
how it screamed loudly from me
it was you
It was always you that brought that out of me
God knows how I needed that
because my heart was young.
Your outstretched hands
told me that I can be safe
If I would just come with you.
I wanted to
You have to know that I wanted to.
But your arms were strangers
and my body was innocent.
And yes, I knew it was impossible to fall
with the safety net you put up
securely holding my pride in place
as you attempted to make us happily ever after.
But I ran from you anyway
not trusting that your intentions were long lived
I found a man I thought to be regal
and he stole from me,
like you never told me he would.
He ran off leaving me empty handed
He tore down all of my defenses
reducing me to a ghost of who you knew
And now here I am
knocking on your door late at night
Eyes closed desperately praying to god for your charity.
© 2008 Sarah McKeever Hitt
A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt
I miss the laughter
how it screamed loudly from me
it was you
It was always you that brought that out of me
God knows how I needed that
because my heart was young.
Your outstretched hands
told me that I can be safe
If I would just come with you.
I wanted to
You have to know that I wanted to.
But your arms were strangers
and my body was innocent.
And yes, I knew it was impossible to fall
with the safety net you put up
securely holding my pride in place
as you attempted to make us happily ever after.
But I ran from you anyway
not trusting that your intentions were long lived
I found a man I thought to be regal
and he stole from me,
like you never told me he would.
He ran off leaving me empty handed
He tore down all of my defenses
reducing me to a ghost of who you knew
And now here I am
knocking on your door late at night
Eyes closed desperately praying to god for your charity.
© 2008 Sarah McKeever Hitt
Hell has never seen anyone like me
Hell has never seen anyone like me
when my tortured mind sends me to do
the craziest things
From the moment I took you on
I was unable to be the wide eyed one in wonder
and now I have no choice but to love you.
Just pretend that I was not so damaged
when you found me and
maybe when you put me back on the streets
I won't be half as broken as I would have been
had we never met.
Between you and me I can not hold you
when all I think is how you want to push my arm away
even though you tell me that I am crazy
I can't listen because he who came before you
did just that, and then he was gone.
If we are being honest in this lifetime
there is no hiding from the future.
But what is not written on my face is
how I have always lied to fit in where I was not meant
to be and truthfully I got accustomed to deciet
Pity falls upon those who get in above their heads
and all your friends feel sorry for you now.
I hate to say I told you so
and you shoot back with those eyes that send me shivering
into a night I am not used to being caught in
One where you wait with me until the sun.
Hell has never seen anyone like me
holding tight as you kick me in my face
revolting out loud that you know not who you mess with
fuming with gratitude as I look at you
with that smirk on your face as you shake your head
making a liar of me as you do everyday.
when my tortured mind sends me to do
the craziest things
From the moment I took you on
I was unable to be the wide eyed one in wonder
and now I have no choice but to love you.
Just pretend that I was not so damaged
when you found me and
maybe when you put me back on the streets
I won't be half as broken as I would have been
had we never met.
Between you and me I can not hold you
when all I think is how you want to push my arm away
even though you tell me that I am crazy
I can't listen because he who came before you
did just that, and then he was gone.
If we are being honest in this lifetime
there is no hiding from the future.
But what is not written on my face is
how I have always lied to fit in where I was not meant
to be and truthfully I got accustomed to deciet
Pity falls upon those who get in above their heads
and all your friends feel sorry for you now.
I hate to say I told you so
and you shoot back with those eyes that send me shivering
into a night I am not used to being caught in
One where you wait with me until the sun.
Hell has never seen anyone like me
holding tight as you kick me in my face
revolting out loud that you know not who you mess with
fuming with gratitude as I look at you
with that smirk on your face as you shake your head
making a liar of me as you do everyday.
You Can't Sleep
you can't sleep
A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt
You can't sleep so you call me
wanting to pass your waking late night hours
with me
but not this time.
Your words are the same
the were old months ago
You were hoping that the magic was still there
but it isn't
You assumed me happy ,
my hands opened and held out
for the scraps you drop from your bed
but you were mistaken
I am moving on
your status downgraded to banished servant
You have to stop coming around
fucking up my nights and therefore my days
but you don't.
You can't sleep so you call me
wanting to pass your waking late night hours
with me
but not this time
© 2008 Sarah McKeever Hitt
A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt
You can't sleep so you call me
wanting to pass your waking late night hours
with me
but not this time.
Your words are the same
the were old months ago
You were hoping that the magic was still there
but it isn't
You assumed me happy ,
my hands opened and held out
for the scraps you drop from your bed
but you were mistaken
I am moving on
your status downgraded to banished servant
You have to stop coming around
fucking up my nights and therefore my days
but you don't.
You can't sleep so you call me
wanting to pass your waking late night hours
with me
but not this time
© 2008 Sarah McKeever Hitt
Must Think Me Dirty
Must think me dirty
A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt
Sitting here looking out the window at a city I barely know,
knowing not if I can call myself fine again
knowing not when the thought of you won't wake me up from a dream.
It has been a lifetime since I have seen you.
My bed wouldn't recognize you
and i have long since changed the sheets and washed the floors and windows.
I still remember the way your skin shivered when I rubbed my fingers on your arm
and how my breath would catch when you kissed me.
These are not thoughts to have in public places
and yet it seems strangely fitting as Tori sings to me in this room of strangers.
I feel like the details are written all over me
and that these people are craning their necks to read the chicken scratch on my arms.
I know they can hear my thoughts and they must think me dirty.
What they don't know is that we aren't together
and that no matter how many times I imagine our bodies together
mine has been replaced and so has yours.
But that doesn't stop you from all but being with me right now
in this stranger filled room on the corner of a city that doesn't know my name.
© 2008 Sarah McKeever Hitt
A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt
Sitting here looking out the window at a city I barely know,
knowing not if I can call myself fine again
knowing not when the thought of you won't wake me up from a dream.
It has been a lifetime since I have seen you.
My bed wouldn't recognize you
and i have long since changed the sheets and washed the floors and windows.
I still remember the way your skin shivered when I rubbed my fingers on your arm
and how my breath would catch when you kissed me.
These are not thoughts to have in public places
and yet it seems strangely fitting as Tori sings to me in this room of strangers.
I feel like the details are written all over me
and that these people are craning their necks to read the chicken scratch on my arms.
I know they can hear my thoughts and they must think me dirty.
What they don't know is that we aren't together
and that no matter how many times I imagine our bodies together
mine has been replaced and so has yours.
But that doesn't stop you from all but being with me right now
in this stranger filled room on the corner of a city that doesn't know my name.
© 2008 Sarah McKeever Hitt
Moonlit reminders
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A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt
As the moon shines blue in your window
awaking you from delusional slumber
and after the momentary panic passes,
you think of me.
As pangs of loss from the past revisit
tearing through your wall of resolution
showing you what you don't cop to during daylight,
you see my face.
As the sound of her dreaming sneaks in
reminding you that you are not alone
and your chosen road does not lead to me
I stay on your mind.
As you think "This was over years ago,
Wounds were healed by time and vows taken"
you close your eyes to escape the truth of night.
But I am still there.
As you wish in secrecy that I come back
filling that space that only fits my form
clarifying all the blurry aspects of your life
I remain the girl who almost was.
A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt
As the moon shines blue in your window
awaking you from delusional slumber
and after the momentary panic passes,
you think of me.
As pangs of loss from the past revisit
tearing through your wall of resolution
showing you what you don't cop to during daylight,
you see my face.
As the sound of her dreaming sneaks in
reminding you that you are not alone
and your chosen road does not lead to me
I stay on your mind.
As you think "This was over years ago,
Wounds were healed by time and vows taken"
you close your eyes to escape the truth of night.
But I am still there.
As you wish in secrecy that I come back
filling that space that only fits my form
clarifying all the blurry aspects of your life
I remain the girl who almost was.
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