Thrill is Gone is about a girl I used to deal with that I know occasionally listens to this show so I’m a little nervous about this one. I almost posted something completely different just so I could keep this in the vault a little while longer. But her and I have talked and we both know it’s no hard feelings or anything. And besides, I’m an unreliable narrator so you should take what I say with caution to begin with.
I repeat, take everything I say with a grain of salt. Especially because most of the things I post are super old.
Honestly, this piece is mostly about the feeling of letting a good thing go because you were the problem. Towards the end, I’m projecting narratives that have been instilled in me from past experiences onto her. I didn’t even pick up on it until after I finished recording and was writing this explanation.
It’s funny how hindsight is 20/20. In the moment, I was just selfish and wanted to find a reason to blame anyone else (but also that part is from something else about another person). And now I see how my inclusion of the last part into this piece is a reflection of how I felt at the time which is a projection of what I was feeling internally. Thank goodness for therapy and growth!
I guess if I'm writing about my summer That I must include you Because I'm on a train, flowers in hand Reminiscent of our first date Down the street from where you stay Wondering how you liked that book as i notice the rain Hoping you're home and feel safe From the thunderstorms and in your own brain Because you litter my thoughts still So I really hope for you, it's not the same I wonder if he's holding you tonight Still thinking about that first date As lightning continues to flash across the sky I can hear your laugh as thunder erupts Kind of sucks that I wasn’t enough But the thrill is gone like the anklet from my skin Ever since you’ve created this distance My image of you has dissolved The colors of perfection, purple and gold, melted away To reveal your envious green. I can finally see you for what you are Someone who only likes that I like them Not qualities that make me who I am. So the next time you’re on the train, I hope you play with the matching bracelet While you reflect on what could have been If you had truly valued me.
I’m glad everything happened the way it did because I wouldn’t have met the people that inspired some really good episodes like these:
I’m no longer in regret of my actions, especially because her and I are on decent terms. We keep it cordial and cute because we both moved on and have dealt with other people since. And I know my poem may not seem like I’m over it but I can assure you I am. We have to keep in mind that this piece is almost two years old and
Poetry Prompt: Use the imagery of a thunderstorm to represent an emotional revelation.
Poetry Prompt: Write about a time you held onto hope for someone who had already let go.
Writing Prompt: Write a short story where two former lovers unexpectedly cross paths on a train during a thunderstorm.
Writing Prompt: Describe a relationship through the lens of weather changes—sunny beginnings, stormy middles, and a quiet, cold ending.
Journal Prompt: Think of a past relationship—romantic or platonic. What small details still linger in your mind?
Journal Prompt: What is something you once romanticized that you now see differently?
RECOMMENDED MEDIA
Thrill is Gone by Raye
Not necessarily media → go look at art and go to a library, it’s on theme with the date I described so I’m including it!
As always, take what resonates and leave what doesn’t!
With love, always
Natasha K
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