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Graciela Gil Poem
The first time my mother watched Titanic, she cried. Though, who could blame her when Jack would condemn himself to hypothermia and my father couldn't even call her once a month.
The first time I watched 16 candles, I knew I had to find my Jake Ryan. Who could blame me? When Jake took the girl who stands in the corner at school dances, the girl who keeps her head down to make sure no ones listening, the girl who's screaming at her teacher I know the answer! but says nothing, and lifts her from the depths of her unpopularity and brings her to bliss. But, no one told me what you would actually be like.
No one told me that you, you would be like stars in the ocean, and that my life would be so constantly surrounded by blackness and you would be like the light at the end of the tunnel. No one told me that loving you would be like jumping off a cliff, where it feels good to fall and then hurts so bad to land.
No one told me that I was a joke, and you sit there on your throne of lies and popularity and I was the jester at the bottom of your feet.
And while Molly Ringwald gets a cake and her Jake Ryan, I have a broken heart and a minor addiction.
Copyright © Graciela Gil | Year Posted 2016
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Graciela Gil Poem
I first met with Arthur, on a Tuesday. We were in Kindergarten. It wasn't the most auspicious of meetings. I made him cry after I told him his ears were bigger than an elephants. But I mean, honestly, his ears were really huge. We didn't like each other very much after that.
I became friends with Arthur on a Tuesday. We were in 2nd grade and at Pansy Harrison's birthday party. Neither of us particularly liked Pansy. I mean honestly, no one liked Pansy. As we sat in the corner and spit it our hands and shook them, well we knew this was forever.
I fell in love with Arthur, on a Tuesday. We were in 9th grade and we were running home from from school, and it was raining. As tear-shaped water droplets clung to his eyelashes. He wasn't the movie type of good looking but well, I thought perhaps he was the most beautiful boy I had ever seen.
I kissed Arthur, on a Tuesday. We had just graduated high school. It was all shaky hands and trembling lips. It was nothing like the movies, but it was perfect.
I married Arthur, on a Tuesday. It was quite an awful day to be married, and Arthur stepped on my toes about 100 times and cried more than I did, but they played our song and his cheeks turned all rosy with merry.
I lost Arthur, on a Monday. Honestly, the first thought running through my head was anger. How could he have not held on one more day? Then, I was empty. Because Arthur wasn't the other half of me, he was me. Sometimes I look in the mirror and wonder if we actually had become one. If our very own souls and minds were meshed together and now I was stuck walking with no right leg and only half of my brain.
Is this what love was supposed to be? How I was supposed to feel? I didn't weep like the girls in the movies, I just felt numb.
Copyright © Graciela Gil | Year Posted 2016
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