Poem Book: Heartbreaker

Heartbreaker

Always Her

Sun rays from her mouth and waves in her hair.

Her eyes only shined if someone else was there.

Skin pulled over bones, the envy of my eyes.

Heart of ice, yet she is the reason why I cry.

I need your love but it changes with the wind.

I stare at him, staring at you, staring at him.

The zephyr desires him in all the signs of time.

Lost in her tornado, a heart never to be mine.

Can you see the way I see you never look upon my soul.

Kaleidoscopes of raindrops cleansing the aroma of indole.

A weed in your garden amongst roses adorned in thorns.

He sees rones occluding orchards, just the object of scorn.

Tumultuous hearts beat forever for the wrong, right person.

Losing myself to the power of love, their final act of coercion.

I love that he loves you, but my only wish is for someone to love me too.

Every choice is always her, forget my love in this never ending queue.

What You Did Not Know

I did not kiss you in the meadow

Fear erased my lips.

Tongue tied, words lost, the final deathblow.

Showcased all my slips.

Pastures left fallow.

Do you wish that I talked with my hips?

Bad fate written in the stars foreshow

Flaws in our scripts. 

The Wolves

If the wolf that strives is the wolf you feed,

Then there may be hope in feeding it greed.

Betrothed to my cupidity I lie,

In the bed Eros made for my demise.

They equate me to Woolf in sheep's clothing.

Bite over bark, I'm theirs for the loathing.

Prowl and palter my prowess worshipped.

Feral and falter hear-say conversant.

My Jar of hearts are filled with lovers crossed.

Virtues' vows to the love labour has lost.

The penance is my indulgence to hide.

Evaded plight like a wolf in the night.

Let Me Go

I miss when we were a we and not a him over a me.

Imagining your words in our last embrace:

"I have to let go or I'll be haunted by her forever"

We rushed into things and tried to fill all the cracks,

But when the cracks got too big we fell apart.

Please tell me that you hate me for all of my faults.

Tell me that I never crossed your mind since I left.

Let me disappear in college stories of failed romance.

If you passed me now I would be a face in the crowd.

Call it failure, call it stories, but never call it love.

When we were a we he put him over us every time,

So I put me over we and finally let us go.

The pressure and the forces were a tragedy at play.

Five acts of deception was four too many for me.

Now if I passed you in a crowd I wouldn't see anything.