Sta.sh
[ I met him at the county fair.
It wasn't like the songs predicted;
I had mud up my shins and he
had grass in his hair. What a mess. ]
[ I kissed him at my grandma's house.
He swallowed me and digested me;
I became a part of his simmering self.
We fused together, and I died. ]
[ I married him in a triangular church,
When I turned up in white he grinned
and whispered "what, no muddy knees?".
I put a leaf from my bouquet in his hair. ]
[ He kissed her at my grandma's house.
She had left it to us when she passed.
In the house where I'd learned about love
he taught me all I know about betrayal. ]
[ He left me at the train station.
I'd helped him with his leather suitcase,
struggling to get a grip of the situation
I gave a habitual kiss goodbye. Awkward. ]
[ He met another girl in group therapy.
They had a mad, passionate affair for a year
then, it expired. Shortly after, she did too.
He came to me, life turning to sand. ]
[ I forgave him at my birthday party
surrounded by friends who told me not to.
I told him he'd never make it up to me,
still, he tried, every day, til he died. ]
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First off, I would just like to say that this is a lovely piece of literature. I like the visual it paints in my mind, and I loved how it followed through in chronological order. The last stanza wraps everything up nicely with an ending the reader will remember.
However, the flow of this poem is a bit odd. I understand it's free verse, but some lines seem long and awkward for me to read, and disrupted the flow and visual of the poem. For example, the last line in some of the stanzas, such as "had grass in his hair. What a mess." I think if you moved 'what a mess' to its own line below, the poem would flow better.
Overall, lovely job on the poem! Good luck in the contest.