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.