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10/25 Under The Influence

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It's How I Stayed

It’s how you’d wrinkle the covers,
making a pocket for our feet
because you knew mine were always cold.
You held me all night,
pulling me closer when you stirred.

It’s how I cried in silence
in your arms as you slept,
after you screamed at me
until your voice cracked
that same night.

It’s how you looked at me
the next morning with soft eyes,
hands cupping my cheeks,
reminding me
my kisses took your breath away.

It’s how you called me two hours later,
too drunk to talk,
asking me to pick you up—
throwing up in the parking lot,
passing out on the way home.

It’s how you said you tried,
and how I carried us
with weary arms.

It’s how you cried,
saying you loved me,
and how I believed you.

It’s how you begged me to stay,
and how all I could say was:
“Just let me go.”

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Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - draft

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Region, Country: GA, U.S.

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neopoet

neopoet

6 months 2 weeks ago

Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]

The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:

This poem employs a refrain structure—“It’s how…”—to catalog a series of intimate, painful, and ultimately disillusioning moments in a relationship. The repetition creates a cumulative effect, emphasizing the cyclical nature of both tenderness and harm within the dynamic described. The poem’s narrative arc moves from warmth and comfort to emotional volatility and exhaustion, culminating in a final plea for release.

The specificity of detail (“wrinkle the covers,” “pocket for our feet,” “throwing up in the parking lot”) grounds the poem in lived experience, lending authenticity and immediacy to the emotional stakes. The juxtaposition of loving gestures with episodes of anger and dysfunction effectively conveys the complexity of attachment in an unhealthy relationship. The poem’s refusal to offer easy resolution or moralizing is a strength; instead, it presents the reader with the raw ambivalence of the speaker’s experience.

Structurally, the poem’s stanzas function as vignettes, each contributing a distinct facet to the overall portrait. The enjambment and lack of punctuation (except for a few commas) create a sense of breathlessness and continuity, mirroring the relentless cycle described. The shift in the final stanza—where the refrain is broken and direct speech appears—serves as an effective climax and emotional release.

There is an opportunity to further develop the poem’s imagery and language in places. For example, the line “I carried us / with weary arms” is evocative but somewhat abstract compared to the more concrete images elsewhere. Consider whether this abstraction is intentional or if it might be strengthened by more sensory detail. Additionally, the poem could explore the speaker’s internal landscape more explicitly, perhaps through metaphor or simile, to deepen the emotional resonance.

Overall, the poem’s structure and detail effectively communicate the complexities of endurance and departure in a fraught relationship. Further attention to language and imagery could enhance its impact.

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Geezer

Geezer

6 months 2 weeks ago

I understood...

the "Carried us with weary arms", having carried the relationship and [them] so far, so many times; that even the strongest arms get weary, feeling like you are doing it all alone, because they will not let go of the "other" crutch. You see the 'good" side and feel like maybe if you try hard enough, you can fix the bad side. Remember, that even God lost patience, and while your reaction was to let them go their own way, and not the extreme of the Christian entity, the situation required severance for your own good. I'm glad that you have moved on and are safe and sane. Many people don't come back from that kind of situation, they just cannot trust again. I feel bad for them. Good stuff, ~ Geez.

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BlueSkies

BlueSkies

6 months 2 weeks ago

Geezer,

That is spot on.  This relationship weighed on me heavily and it took everything in me to let go. I've had to process a lot of stuff and learn how to trust and love again, but in a healthy way this time.  It did not come without grief, pain, and time to heal.  And this is just a glimpse of it all.  

 

Thanks for commenting! 

Clentin

Clentin

6 months ago

Liked the poem. I can see…

Liked the poem. I can see the tremendous suffering within a relationship and the difficulty repairing  your emotions for new relationships!


 

BlueSkies

BlueSkies

6 months ago

Clentin,

Thanks for reading and commenting!  It's true, this was incredibly difficult to live through, even more so to heal from.  I still feel the grief from time to time, but since I've learned what a healthy relationship can look like and feel like, I've found it easier to let it go and keep moving forward.  

Candlewitch

Candlewitch

5 months 3 weeks ago

hello Blue,

Making drastic change in your life, is something like electing to perform heart surgery upon yourself. I know firsthand, the regrets and pain of this. My emotionally abusive first husband... He tried to come back to me, as if he had not abandoned me and our infant son.

I struggled with getting him to understand that somethings that are broken, cannot ever be fixed. He was sure I would forgive him and take him back if given enough time. I did forgive him, but the trust was gone...

From your poem, I gather that you loved her an incredible amount. And you were a devoted husband and friend. I cannot completely imagine all you have gone through. I am glad for you, having recovered this bad situation. I hope your healing continues. Writing about it, heartfelt, honest and bravely constitute catharsis. I wish you all the best.

always, Cat 

 

BlueSkies

BlueSkies

5 months 3 weeks ago

Candlewitch,

Thank you for sharing your experience!  I do find it fascinating that you perceived this poem from a man's perspective.  How wonderful to know that it can apply in many directions.  I wrote this poem in reference to my ex-husband, and I loved him very much.  I also found writing this quite cathartic... a relief from the bottom of my heart. Leaving a terrible situation is very much like performing heart surgery on yourself.  Though a heart surgeon may differ in opinion, I fully understand what you mean.  In fact, one could compare it to ripping your heart out of your chest.  What a painful journey you and I have experienced.  I hope you, too, have found peace in the wake of the storm. 

Much love, 

Skies

Candlewitch

Candlewitch

5 months 3 weeks ago

Dear Skies,

(sorry about the mistaken identity ;) I can see how your poem would resonate with anyone... it breaks the heart and shatters the soul. Not to mention the trust. I am glad you are healing from this tragedy and travesty of love. (I have to tell you how deeply this poem reached me) 

I am not a weepy woman and I hate to cry. So much so, that my throat closes up on me, having a strangling effect. My third, and last, husband can attest to that. I met and married a great kindred soul, we have had over thirty years together. He knows everything about me, and I, him. but the trust we have came very slowly.

anyway, I digressed, I meant to tell you that this poem is Killer! I hope it wins the contest!

fondly, Cat, who has great respect for you, Skies.

BlueSkies

BlueSkies

5 months 3 weeks ago

Candlewitch,

It's no bother to me! I find it fascinating that a poem can be so versatile.  I, too, married a wonderful, kind man who has helped heal me from things he didn't break.  He has held me through the night crying about another man, allowing me to get it off my chest when the waves of grief come.  We have 2 years together with many more to come.  The trust came slow with us as well, but once it was there, it stayed and has yet to waver.  How beautiful love can be.  

Thank you for your kind words and sharing your story.  

 

Much love, 

Skies 

Rula

Rula

5 months 3 weeks ago

Another

good piece here to prove that good poetry is but feelings and true experiences (imo)

Hard theme expressed so well.I'm happy to know you could finally overcome such circumstances.

Thank you. 

I think the entries of this contest are giving the judges some hard time. :)

 

BlueSkies

BlueSkies

5 months 3 weeks ago

Rula,

Thank you! It took time, but we made it to the other side!