Thank you
though you broke my heart into pieces
that never quite went back together the same way again,
Thank you.
You said I knew you better than anyone. I floated on those words
hopeful they meant forever.
You knew and every word was true.
But knowing didn’t mean staying.
Knowing meant facing painful truths
Knowing didn’t erase you,
it released me.
Thank you.
Oh, you said the words
“This one appreciates me for me!”
and I wonder what you call
that twenty-five years of steadfast devotion
that you tossed.
The weasel face beside you now
does not look like a fair trade
for the pain you caused.
You said those words once before,
if I recall, so perhaps he’ll taste the bitter tang
of your boredom someday.
In the meantime,
we really should just let you go,
and welcome the joy that’s possible
now the wounds have healed.
.
.
http://www.napowrimo.net prompt for Day 4- a love poem without the cliches or a break up poem.
Her belly is hollow.
Once it was filled with him,
but she has been excavated
and spun into emptiness.
.
Her head is hollow.
Once it was filled with him,
but she has been desolated
and spun into heaviness.
.
Her life is hollow.
Once it was filled with him,
but she has been devastated
and spun into enviousness.
.
Her hope was hollow.
Once it was filled with him,
but she has been extricated,
and spins into readiness
So you packed your canoe,
left a good man,
gave away that puppy,
you’d given to
those good boys,
those sweet little boys,
and rowed off to find yourself
on a river of their tears.
I hope the discovery
proves worth it
in the end.
Boy games
Aim young,
Convince the girls to give it up
believing that you love them
Dump, Laugh, put another notch
on your belt.
Leave broken hearts
and bad kharma behind you.
Girls can be devious,
don’t be surprised
when the downtrodden
rise, and eliminate the cause
of your pleasure.
Live by the sword
Die by the sword
after all.
You speak gentle words
parting with empty promises.
Our dream has died
