Listen up readers. Don’t judge. A bit dramatic, rather personal…. I wrote these after the break up, and I’m posting them because my “Poems” category is currently pathetic:
your love for me dangles off my wrist
in fragile links of silver
I can’t help but wish it was solid in gold
and circled around my finger
I see your button hasn’t been fixed
and somehow, that’s my fault
your coat hangs lose on you.
I never taught you to sew
to sew my love back on
now that button,
has been lost
do you wear the love I stitched
(in yellow and gray)
around your neck
close to skin
to keep you warm
or is it lost
in the back of your drawer
where you perhaps
thinks it belongs
You used to hate it, when I put my feet on your chest
(to keep them warm)
You preferred when I kept my socks on
Because my feet
…they were not
Now my skin sheds to a softer touch
of memories of where you and I tread
My feet, they tire of trying to forget
they long for a place to rest,
on your chest.
there is no point in me writing poetry
that I never intend to send
words that you and the world will never see
i write and I write
because I don’t want to talk
because these words – they hold meaning to me.
I put into ink what I can’t allow my voice to say
and I write here
to make me think
that via the internet
you’re not so far away
I think I get it now
and the question of life
I ask now of
meaning (or lack thereof)
and I crave conversation
that you tried to make
and that I’m only beginning to discover
months too late
Are you happier with the framed picture of us kissing kissing the dust?
Does it give you rest to leave the memories in boxes in the past?
Has your spring cleaning sprung and throwing away my shirt, my toys, my scent
Are you well now, now that you forget?
Are you aware of how you’re still in my thoughts?
Do you know my heart is stained permanently to the hue of you?
Would you like to read the words I continue to write?
Do you care to know my heart still hurts and my eyes they still cry?
Because they do
Oh… new background! And, Happy half-Birthday to me! 😀