When you leave we don’t say goodbye anymore. I don’t pause to put down my coffee and stand to get one last hug and kiss from you, I don’t tell you I love you, I don’t walk you to the door so I can shut it quietly behind you. Later, I’m cold as ice and turn my head from you, I don’t want to look at you, especially as we decorate the tree with things you dragged from the basement without me asking. This was going to be our first real Christmas in our home, and now it’s going to … Read the rest
Posts tagged love poems
melting
Today, I’m sorry that any of this happened
and if I could, I would take it back
by any means necessary to save my
heart from breaking over you again.
Hearts are supposed to be these strong,
red, hot, beating to keep the body alive
organs, and not what I feel I have in the
middle of my chest, just this melting piece of ice.
Today’s poetry prompt words were: I’m sorry, by any means necessary, and ice.
walking alone
Six years is a long time, and forever was so close I could smell it. It smelled like the salty sea wind, and funky fermentation, and piles of nachos and poutine. And, oh, campfires. The smell of smoke, of things going up in flames, will always remind me of you. We tried, but the opposing forces were stronger than us. No matter how many times you told me that all we needed was love, it turns out I loved you too much. I will never have another love like this again, and that’s a good thing. I want a love … Read the rest
fuck that ring
I remember the day in a brewery you glanced at your hand and said with surprise, “Look, the indentation from my ring is gone,” and I thought finally, because I had been waiting for that to go away.
That fucking thing, that fucking ring, was the thing that hurt me most. That symbol of a broken promise still lingering on your skin longer after the pressure was off.
What happens after I find out you put it back on because you miss her, that life, that ring? My heart breaks and we break, and there’s no surprise in … Read the rest
get ready, darling
the end of love comes slowly like the cold breeze from the window, creeping up until you find yourself frozen. stuck. and it hurts more than usual because you’ve had that love for years and years, but if you ignore someone long enough, they stop caring about wanting to be seen by you. they won’t care if you see them anymore. they’ll want someone else to look and be enthralled, like you once were, remember? if you could construct a house in your mind, a restoration of the place you felt most loved and happy in this life, the house … Read the rest
