Ashley Fortin

Rookie (22/03/94 / Unknown)

Adultery In Fairytales - Poem by Ashley Fortin

There was a story I once read,
I never understood exactly what was said...
The words could be written and read - all the same
but my mother always whispered: 'Never spoken again...'
There was a story I once read,
I remember it - it still lays under my bed.
The way it made my heart turn in joy,
Like a hand, my heart reached out and took hold of its pages,
It wanted to flip to the next and the next
I never understood why there wasn't an end.
I wanted to go to bed.
Each night I wondered why...
Because I realized one day... yesterday actually,
That it ended a time ago.
It ended when he tore himself...
Not out of my hands but in them.
His words of beautiful scripture hand
became a mangled, slurred picture of our years.
Years I remember looking through these pages
Knowing it better than even him.
And suddenly I knew...
That a woman was reading over my shoulder...
I knew her once before...
I had seen her pass my room to his...
But she looked at the pages with a desperation...
And the pages consoled her so.
But they took a hold of both of us...
Took us down and down a long time ago.
There was a story I once read...
His beauty amplified in every page.
Each one was filled with his memories and I knew them like my own.
But one day that book tore itself and maured its beautiful face...
And I wondered why
I couldnt read...
Another...
Book...
Again.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 1, 2011


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