Posts Tagged ‘Poems about Heartbreak’


WAY WAY BACK

 

I hadn’t thought of her

in a very long time

and

she probably hasn’t

thought of me

in a very long time

and

I can’t think why

she would think of me

for I hurt her terribly;

I’ve long since forgiven

myself

for the teenage

asshole I was

but I still carry this

with me today

and

I hope that she doesn’t

and

that I’m as good as dead

as far as her

memory is concerned;

I deserve to be.

 

 


 

artist: Fabian Perez

 

 

Cherry Pie Love

 

you are

 

tragically

 

beautiful

 

sitting there

 

doused in hunger

 

burdened by despair

 

hidden there

 

in the

 

darkened corner

 

of this

 

bakery

 

bar

 

café

 

nursing vino

 

smoking a camel

 

and

 

eating cherry pie

 

and

 

for the love of

 

GOD,

 

I ache to

 

wonder

 

who did you

 

wrong?

 

 


all messed up in blue

Her landscape
was a beach lined tapestry
of overgrown ashtrays
and liquor bottle seashells
that echoed of depressionpills like birdseed littered her floor
and dandelion needles mar kentucky blue

in the corner a pile
of unused phone numbers
from men she never
meant to meet

and as the days fade
to darkness
she walks the tracks of no train
to the station
and waits


UNTITLED

If

love

didn’t

exist

we’d

find

something

else

to

fuck

our

lives

up

with.

NIGHT AND DAY

I dropped her off at

6AM 2 streets away

from her home. She

told me her husband

and kids would still

be asleep. She’d just

get a shower and

change her clothes

and panties and

everything would

be good. ‘ Do you

love him?’ I said.

‘ I will give you a

call tonight,’ she

said. And I watched

her beautiful ass

disappear into the

harsh morning light.


 

Money Back Guarantee                      

Success
is finding out
the girl
you’ve been
too afraid
to talk to
is a woman
of the night.

 

Even Ciarin Has Women Troubles

‘I passed up a sure thing.
This amazing girl,
recently split,
all she wanted was vindication
through casual sex.
She sat on my lap
and asked a passing random
to join us.

‘This close.
I was this close.

‘Then this girl,
this girl,
this other girl,
the other girl,
this raven haired Irish beauty,
the girl I have no chance with,

‘nineteen. Nineteen.

‘But it’s her personality
or the fact I can’t have her

or because… because…

‘Because, she’s like the best person to take to the theatre,
she’ll laugh at what she wants, you know,
with this really loud, distinctive laugh,
that most people, if they had this laugh,
they’d keep it shelved, no?
She doesn’t hide it,
this obnoxious laugh.
‘She came from nowhere
and then she’s there,
she’s suddenly there
by the stairs

‘And I’m this close, this close

‘and she gives me this look
and that look says,
“DON’T YOU DARE GO WITH HER.”
And I’m undone.
‘Cause in my head that look’s got a sequel,
it says, “Go home with me.”

‘This close,
This close. I was this close
to a threesome.’

Then we did Special K
and his face came up like woodchip wallpaper.


Moment

 
 
It was easier for you to fall in love then
than it is now
being a product of commodity
and society.
 
Then it was only a matter of
lifting a pen
inking out the words that didn’t fit
to reveal the ones that did.
 
A matter of conjuring to the surface
some small effect.
 
You now,
waiting in the wasteland
between birth and death.
 
You, wondering where has it all changed
in the seconds before now
in the seconds after then
 
You, wondering why
know that I too love you
but only for this moment.