I loved every bit of you
every hair on your head
I thought this was clear
though the words went unsaid.
I figured you’re brilliant
And you’d know as well as I
That we’re made for each other
Our ribbon’s hung in the sky.
But you proved less present
than I originally thought.
Or perhaps, I’ve proved more hopeful
than the love that we’ve wrought.
Breaking up is hard to do
Especially with a guy like you
Who’s smart and funny
Tender loving
Always tough to say it’s through
I wonder why we started at all
Raising you up, just to let you fall
Silly me, it’s always me
You tried and failed
to climb my wall
Zipper locked and stored away
Not even I know how to play
the game of love with my own heart
I try and try until it falls apart
This time it’s not you, it’s me
No matter how contrite that seems
You, you’ll find the woman of your dreams
And I’m just sorry that it wasn’t me
When I’m going down
I don’t want you to follow me
You come around and the best of me is known
But when you leave I fall apart, yea I’m a mess, you see
And loving me is a work of art
Heartbreak Hero
Come take my lovin’ away
Heartbreak Hero
Won’t you fly in and save the day
Never know when you’re coming
Never know how long you’ll stay
You’re my heartbreak hero
Couldn’t have you any other way
A poem on loss. For all those who have lost someone you love and wondered if you will ever get to see them again.
“I Simply Can’t Be Convinced”
I can’t be convinced I won’t see him again.
I simply can’t be convinced.
I feel him all around me
His very breath awakens my sixth sense.
I wonder when you’re so entwined
And someone you love passes through
If a part of them stays left behind
Running like veins inside of you
Not only is he all around me,
Stitching my wounds with his personal thread
He’s watching me as I sleep soundly,
Filling my dreams and emptying my head.
I know that I can’t see him
I understand that he’s no longer here
But by God did I believe him
When he said, “I’ll see you soon, my dear.”
The last words that we spoke in person
But our souls whisper every day
I just close my eyes
See his face
Hear his voice
And
Pray.
Constant Lovers
yearning for each other
day after day
a fairytale they chose.
A difficult choice
as what the fairies don’t voice
is by definition…
the lovers are froze.
When words run dry,
he does not try,
nor do I.
We are on par.
He just is,
I just am
and we just are.
-Lang Leav
In a cafe
on Broadway,
I
saw an old flame.
He approached me.
Looked at me
and said,
“What ya know,
I just
saw you sitting
here
while I was
sitting there
alone”.
“They say
love will not
last,
that it has no
happy ending,
but I say the hell
with what they say,
let us burn
these fears down
to the ground and
we will dance
like children
in the ashes.”
-Christopher Poindexter