A Rush Of Blood To The Dead Poem by haidee blanche

July 07,2008

It was peace after the long wasted wait when you laid down your head. At the other side of the door, there were regrets gently killing the misunderstood. The regrets swirling her chest were not knocking. She was silently watching your smiles, your jumps, your slow motions in peace, at ease.

“Peace at last, ” you told yourself.

And you wanted death. How does it feel to move on, as days seep through her sleep? You watch her bearings fall and slowly die away with the false recall. She wonders how it feels to taste life because of the last goodbyes in songs. You smirked your way through her eyes and ears, tasting her slowburn.

She always felt how tired and upset you were as she traces you beneath the greasy Japanese. The pain she bears tells of how long you can hold while she was the one stumbling. The nights of her gripping your hands are now far back behind the purple sky. You remember watching the ceiling with her as you both let each day pass you by.

How does it feel to live with everything that is not her? She still wonders, while she sings, while you shove it to her face that you’re back to the distant yellow world that she once tried to merge with her own. Because she loved you too. And she thought you were able to spell that out – that she had loved you too.

She had loved you enough to know what she is sorry about. She had loved you too - as your world speaks of what is not her. Yet you were just too brave not to see, that she had loved you too. Perhaps you were blinded by all the cuts that you’ve been crying about.

She thought it was just a phase.

Now she asks, “how does it feel to move on? ”

Because she had loved you all along. And it’s clear that you didn’t know.

And at the far end, she rapidly fades away as she continues to sing for a woman that you happen to know.


“The taste of your breath, I'll never get over
The noises that you made kept me awake
The weight of things that remained unspoken
Built up so much it crushed us everyday” – Maroon 5

“Could you, could you come home? Come home forever.” – Coldplay