I smoked weed to forget that night when we
Smoked weed till three AM in your room when we
Drove endlessly through suburbia, that night
That night, we stared at the stars oh so bright
I found your name but you couldn’t find mine
Finger up, connect the dots, make a shrine
Maybe you’ll stare again and read it right
But you never even learned how to write
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I struggled at first when making choices for this sonnet. I had no clue what to write about. So, I just started writing. I began writing about my day and what was on my mind. Recently, I’ve been reflecting on the relationships in my life and viewing my past relationships through the lens of the end of the relationship, and how it represented the relationship overall. I decided to specify a romantic relationship, the ending of it, and what closure versus unresolved feelings look like. I was afraid that I would have to break out a dictionary looking for artistic or over-complicated language for poetry, but with such a short word limit it was best to keep my lines simple and concrete. This led to more impactful writing because it was written so concisely. The ending of relationships often feels extremely quiet, and that was something I wanted to illustrate in this poem. People are often at a loss for words or uncertain of what to say in fear that they will be the last words said. By including nothing about the words said in the night, I tried to portray this. I decided to be real and raw about the chain of events through the night instead of trying to create a metaphor to represent the experience. I believe this creates more personal writing and also creates a consistent tone throughout the piece.
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