Saturday evening, i am drained after a day spent writing articles with my best friend for her creative writing class and i am currently emotional because i am exhausted, i need wine and cuddles & i miss someone (all very petty to some but the emotions are just overwhelming haha) ,whenever im feeling this exhausted only poetry can calm me and rest not just my body but my soul…Because Poetry is Love. Its everything. I decided to share this poem by Warsan Shire whom I love so very dearly because her writing is simply amazing and i can always relate and nod my head as tears trickle down my cheeks at the beauty that is her work. Enjoy ❤
Residue by Warsan Shire
I give myself five days to forget you.
On the first day I rust.
On the second I wilt.
On the third day I sit with friends but I think about your tongue.
I clean my room on the fourth day. I clean my body on the fourth day.
I try to replace your scent on the fourth day.
The fifth day, I adorn myself like the mouth of an inmate.
A wedding singer dressed in borrowed gold.
The Midas of cheap metal.
Tinsel in the middle of summer.
Crevice glitter, two days after the party.
I glow the way unwanted things do,
a neon sign that reads;
come, I still taste like someone else’s mouth.