Here is a poem about my girlfriend & I breaking up. I am throwing my pain into the void of the Internet, enjoy.
this is after we have broken up.
or at least had the talk.
we were looking through the photos
in your phone and you pointed
at one of me and said,
“we shouldn’t have had sex this day.
it just confused me.” and i said, “yeah,
it was good though.” i wanted to kiss you
but you were no longer mine.
*
“i’m not angry at you. i won’t be angry at you,”
i had said, when you told me about her.
your face crumpled into itself. i think
you believed me, which is really quite sad,
because even though i didn’t know it
i was lying, i woke up
the next morning and you told me
she gave you a ride and
i cried and cried and cried.
i had never been more angry.
i thought back furiously, in your backyard
where i said, you can try with her, i understand,
i figured this would happen.
i wanted to rip my words out of the air.
what a fool i had been.
*
it was supposed to be me, i wanted to say.
i wanted to pick up the phone and call you
and make you listen to me cry.
but i didn’t.
it was supposed to be me. but it wasn’t.
so i asked you, how was it being with her,
and you said, how it always is, it always
feels right.
*
this is after we have broken up.
i still cannot believe it.
it was supposed to be me.
i’m sorry it was not.
i’m sorry i was not enough
to fill the entire room.
i would try harder next time
but i don’t think there will be a next time.
“we shouldn’t have had sex this day,” you said,
and i said “it was good though,” and it was.
good. it, being being with you, was good.
i’m sorry it is no longer anything more
than a picture in your phone.