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In my youth

24 May

Art by Annick Bouvattier

A girl like you.

In my youth I would have fought other boys for the right to walk you home. Wearing the scars like a badge. Or I would have wandered backwards and forwards past your house , hoping to catch a glimpse of you at a window. Or long for you to see me, a shadowy figure beneath the street light, and think me romantic.

In my youth I would have carved presumptuous initials into innocent trees, into battered park benches, into tables, and desks, and the backs of chairs – not caring if I was caught. Or that you would disapprove if you knew.

In my youth I would have sought you out at dances, making a mess of my over rehearsed lines. I would have asked a friend to give you messages – which you would probably receive with a frown.

In my youth I would have made up a hundred heroic stories in my head where I come to your rescue. Saving you from the clutches of the mob, the grip of an assailant, the jaws of death. Or perhaps just finding your lost dog.

In my youth I would have written you tortured poems, toiled over for hours, scrawled on stolen paper, that would never leave the pocket of my faded denim jeans.

In my youth I would have wished for the internet, if I could have seen into the future.

Yet here I am. Connection at my fingertips. Posting pointless poetry.

That you will probably never read

A girl like you.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written a year ago, and I am still posting pointless poetry.

Art by Annick Bouvattier

 
25 Comments

Posted by on May 24, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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25 responses to “In my youth

  1. catlady66

    May 24, 2017 at 3:47 pm

    Those of us who read your words are very lucky x

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  2. naughtynora00

    May 24, 2017 at 4:33 pm

    Beautiful…I love the feeling inspired when reading this…would make any girl feel special 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

     
  3. newriter67

    May 24, 2017 at 5:12 pm

    Your words are never pointless… they transcend 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

     
  4. gracefulphrase

    May 24, 2017 at 5:12 pm

    A beautiful piece, although the ending made me feel a little sad.

    Liked by 1 person

     
  5. Meg Sorick

    May 24, 2017 at 7:51 pm

    Not pointless at all. Wistful, nostalgic, yes. We’d all like to turn back the clock…

    Liked by 1 person

     
  6. beuteee1

    May 24, 2017 at 10:19 pm

    Never pointless!

    Liked by 1 person

     
  7. elisaparadis

    May 24, 2017 at 11:21 pm

    never pointless! so many feelings! thank you for sharing your writings Sir…

    Liked by 1 person

     
  8. libbyhyett

    May 25, 2017 at 1:19 am

    Your words mean more than that

    On 25 May 2017 1:38 AM, “A Faded Romantic’s Notebook” wrote:

    > Romantic Dominant posted: ” A girl like you. In my youth I would have > fought other boys for the right to walk you home. Wearing the scars like a > badge. Or I would have wandered backwards and forwards past your house , > hoping to catch a glimpse of you at a window. Or long for ” >

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  9. cliffordthebigredblog

    May 25, 2017 at 3:31 am

    Hardly pointless; rather, quite on point. Beautiful

    Like

     
  10. light in the dark

    May 26, 2017 at 4:02 am

    Thankfully 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

     
  11. Purpleanais

    June 8, 2017 at 8:39 am

    There is such delicacy in your writing at times and yet, such eloquence (loved this one)

    Liked by 1 person

     

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