a few poems i have written lately:
I - what it is not.
i don't know how
to make any of this
sound poetic.because nothing
about any of this
is poetic.my heart does not
ache like it has
stopped beating.my tears do not
fall down my cheeks
like acid rain.my spotify does not
know what else to play
besides heartbreak anthems.my heartbreak
is not in any way
poetry.but yet all i write when
my heart is aching is
poetry.II - the next time.
i hope the next girl
is less forgiving than mei hope she has the courage
to rip the smile right from your teethi hope she has the strength
to spit out your words instead of swallowi hope she has the willpower
to tell you to go fuck yourselfi hope she breaks you
i hope she screams in your face
and i hope she makes you tremblei hope her words silence your own
and i hope she shows youwhy you should fear
the women you string along.III - noncommittal.
you know
you never really were mineyou knew
you just wanted to pretendi know
i shouldn't have let you buti knew
i didn't want to stop youIV - the quietest of ways that love can leave.
on a saturday afternoon
a simple text
"can we talk?"the anxiety comes on next
wondering when a reply
will grace my phonetwo, three hours pass
he says he's a creature of the night
but that's a disguise for irresponsibility"yeah, what's up?"
as if he doesn't already know
as if he never knowsparagraphs of texts
assertiveness oozing from my words
passiveness dripping from his"i think we should stay just friends"
the infamous line
the hideous linei conceal my heartbreak in
single exclamation points
and simple sentencesa quick goodbye
"have a good weekend"
leave him on read
go see a movie with my friendsand pretend it didn't happen
YOU ARE READING
for the boy i had to let go
Short Storywritings about the love i had to let go, that has yet to let go of me.