stupid couch

stupid driveway 

stupid door 

stupid kitchen 

stupid floor 


stupid dog

stupid house 

stupid boy

stupid couch 


tell me, which time was it? 

cuz i stopped countin’ after three

can’t count how many times i wanted 

to say i love you, 

but you want him, 

you don’t want me


i’m not surprised anymore, but

and i don’t care anymore, but

did you notice, how i was always there? 

why’d i have to block your number 

until you were ready 

to show up

to show you cared?


stupid driveway 

stupid door 

stupid kitchen 

stupid floor 


stupid dog

stupid house 

stupid boy

stupid couch 


is it love when you convince yourself?

tried to wish upon a star

but what came true is we were meant to see

what came true is i was meant to see

that baby we weren’t aren’t meant to be


just one last hug

one more kiss

then i’ll leave

before i leave


i miss that rug dog

i miss that house 

i miss that boy

i miss that couch

–B

December 30, 2024 at 7:51 PM


About This Poem: ​The poem "stupid couch" by Bryce Eldridge reflects on the emotional turmoil associated with revisiting spaces tied to a past relationship. The repetition of the word "stupid" emphasizes the speaker's frustration and lingering attachment to these familiar places and objects. This candid exploration of personal emotions aligns with confessional poetry, a style where poets openly share their inner experiences and vulnerabilities. The poem's free verse structure, lacking a fixed rhyme scheme or meter, allows for a natural and conversational tone. Therefore, this piece can be classified as a confessional free verse poem.​

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