Creative Writing What I know.

I was in a rut. It doesn't even rythme!

"What I know"

I can perfectly recall,
What your face looks like,
When you were sitting next to me today.
The fluency of your motions,
What features I’d see,
Just as if I was right there again.

I cannot remember;
My homework,
Or that I need to do the dishes.
But I can imagine any move you’d make.

It seems strange,
What my mind actually focuses on.
I can see the plaster of the light socket,
And the shadow thrown against it,
By the corner of the wall.

I cannot notice;
What the inside of a cell looks like,
Or the trig. Ratio for my test.
But I can notice an electrical outlet on the wall.
(Which was right by your shoe, if you cared)

I notice how much it hurts,
And how I still feel alone.
I notice that I’m not single,
And that I was never happy.
I notice how I used to be,
Before I met you.
And how I used to be loquacious,
And how I used to look forward to seeing,
Only you and Sam the next day.

I do not pay attention;
To how it will break me in the end,
How irritated it makes me,
When you talk to your friends.
Or how I can’t smile,
Or how I can’t laugh,
Or how you are always there telling the truth,
And yet you lie.

But I know.​

 

Wow. The very end with the "I know" kinda knocked me off a bit. I liked it. It takes a good writer to write without ryhming <3