Ghost Story

Nadia Vires

Description

A volume of poems vividly reflects on the unique phases of love.

I still order your favorite coffee when my fingers are blue,

And I still recommend your favorite movie to people who are lonely on a Friday night.

But I don’t dream about you anymore.

My days are still sprinkled with tiny pieces of you and all the memories we won’t make.

But my nights are mine again.

I think of you often, but I never see your face in my dreams, and that feels like healing.





Navigating our way through relationships in all forms can be thrilling and gratifying or heartbreaking and challenging, and can prompt many emotions to rise to the surface.



In a collection of poems divided into four sections, Nadia Vires lyrically tells a story of heartbreak, grief, love, and hope. As she leads others through the unique phases of love and encourages self-reflection on the process of falling in and out of love, Nadia’s poems explore the experiences of being left, abandoned, cherished, and hopeful as well as death, depression, sexuality, and femininity.

Sujets

• Poetry

Informations

• Publié par: Archway Publishing
• Date de parution: 17 mai 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781665740494
• Langue: English

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GHOST STORY







Nadia Vires








Copyright © 2023 Nadia Vires.

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This book is a work of non-fiction. Unless otherwise noted, the author and the publisher make no explicit guarantees as to the accuracy of the information contained in this book and in some cases, names of people and places have been altered to protect their privacy.



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ISBN: 978-1-6657-4048-7 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6657-4049-4 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2023905023



Archway Publishing rev. date: 4/19/2023



For those who have been my life preservers and for Savannah who has been my lighthouse.




CONTENTS
PART 1: TO THOSE WHO LEFT
1. Drought
2. I Started Writing Love Poems Again
3. The Cigarettes Are All That’s Left
4. Butterflies
5. Loving You Made Me Fearless
6. My Mother Thinks You Are A Vampire
7. The Last Thing You Must Know
8. Loving You Is Killing Me
9. My Spine Is Made Of Almosts
10. I Prefer The You You Are With Her Too
11. We Were Made Of Brick
12. I Bought New Perfume Today
13. New Normal
14. When Will Strangers Stop Looking Like You
15. Even In My Dreams You Are Hers
16. Prisoners
17. I Would Be Décor For You
18. Trivia
19. We Are Just Teeth Now
20. You Are Not A Criminal, You Are A Coward
21. I Don’t Dream About You Anymore
22. What Did We Miss?
PART 2: TO THOSE WHO WERE TAKEN
1. I Want To Kiss A Dead Person
2. Advice
3. Grief Is Everywhere, Even My Dreams
4. A Letter To My First Love
5. Now Only Your Ghost Remains
6. Even My Birthday Is About You
7. Timing
8. Dew You Think Of Me?
9. Let’s Grab A Beer Sometime
10. I Haven’t Felt Whole Since You Died
11. I Didn’t Want Even Five More Minutes, But I Have Made It Five Years
12. Happy Birthday To Me
13. Growing Used To The New
PART 3: TO THOSE WHO STAYED
1. I’d Like To Marry You
2. When Does It Become Our Bed?
3. You’re Teaching Me To Love With The Lights On
4. Addiction
5. I Would Rather Burn Than Fly
6. I Wonder What Your Laugh Will Sound Like When You’re Older
7. I Never Did Write That Poem
8. You Are The Reason Poetry Exists
9. Better Than A Fairy Tale
10. This One Is For You
11. Bloodied
12. I’ll Always Let You
13. Love Is A Memorized Coffee Order
14. Even The Moon Sees Our Similarities
PART 4: TO THOSE WHO ARE TO COME
1. Room For Three
2. Please Hurry
3. Teach Me Your Sadness
4. If I Cannot Know Your Name Yet, Give Me Your Favorite Color
5. I Have Always Been Yours. When Will You Be Mine?
6. Warhead
7. He’s Not You
8. Suffer Well
9. See Yourself Through My Eyes
10. Strawberry Cake
11. Brutality Of Love



Section One
TO THOSE WHO LEFT



1
DROUGHT
I think of you when it rains in Virginia.
Something about thunder roaring across the Blue Ridge Mountains makes me think of the anger in your voice when I told you I couldn’t love you anymore.
Something about lightning tearing through trees much older than me makes me think of the fragility reflected in your eyes.
Something about water flooding the streets makes me think of the way you mourned the love story I stopped writing long before you were finished reading.
The last time it rained in Virginia, I stood in a field I have laughed countless times in.
I thought of how inconvenient rain is for those going somewhere new,
Of how devastating rain is for those who are not ready to leave,
Of how life-giving rain is for those waiting for promised beginnings.
Of you,
Of you,
As the rain consumed my senses,
I thought of only you.



2
I STARTED WRITING LOVE POEMS AGAIN
I should have expected our end to be as instantaneous and as catastrophic as our beginning.
This whirlwind love carried us for weeks, but it felt like years.
We selfishly compressed a lifetime into a month, so it only makes sense that the end stole the air from my lungs.
Our love gave me the same kind of adrenaline rush I imagine people who steal expensive cars feel,
Racing down highways on borrowed time until they mold a car that never belonged to them around a tree on an interstate, now marked only with a white cross.
But we won’t even get a white cross, because our love was in its infancy, and what kind of marking do you give a life not yet lived?
My greatest works are riddled with tears and odes to a pain felt inside the hidden parts of a person’s chest.
But I started writing love poems again after I met you.
Perhaps this is a test from a being above to see if my gift could be used in the daylight and not simply at the loneliest time of night.
Maybe I didn’t fail the test per se.
Maybe I just finally realized what kind of art my mind was made to craft.
Perhaps some people are suited for love poems melted with sugar and honey,
And perhaps I am far more suited for the kind of haikus that leave people shaking as they remember a time when they felt equally betrayed by both the person who broke their heart and themselves for handing it to them.