they bought you flowers, chocolates, and gave
the normal simplistic love you wanted
and they say, i love you
but darling, they never loved you right
and never gave you the love you needed.
i hope you never compromise who you are
who leaves your soul on the front stoop
and never invites it inside
tragic, isn’t it?
boy you’re on the other side
and this river is too wide
since the current came and took you
nothing has been right
my days never turn into night soon enough
can you even hear me?
i need you to be here; i’m lost
i need you hear; i’m in too deep
this is what drowning feels like
the day i forget to write your initials
under my jeans
is the day i get over you
and we both know i never will stop retracing those letters
all i am is a fragmented sentence
half-drunk cups of coffee strewn over the countertops
half-finished storylines where characters stopped speaking mid-sentence
half-hearted apologies because i meant what i said
half-this, half-that and never quite enough
i might never call again, because i’m ashamed to call myself your friend
i might never finish that song, because every time it plays i think of you
i might never love after you, because i will never be over it
i am half the woman i could be. i am half the writer i could be. i am half of the daughter i could be. i am half of the friend i could be. i half of the lover i could be.
all because of my inability to just fini–
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there is a girl who lives fifteen minutes from me
she vacations on the jersey shore
she had long hair; now it’s short
she had me; now it’s no longer us
i watch her through windows
and, i let her live because i think she’s better off without me
and i will die loving someone i could never see
romeo and juliet were better off than me
i wear my heart on the inside of my coat pockets
so you can never hurt me
unless i let you in
and i cannot help but need you to keep warm.
an excerpt from my up-and-coming poetry volume.
when this song plays
and I’m watching a romantic comedy with herbal tea
I swear you’re next to me
let me tell you I’m agitated today
let me tell you I looked at five jobs today, so I could get to you
I write you love sonnets in my head; never for your ears to hear
my insides are torn and washing in a continuous rinse cycle
the definition of agony is distance between you and me
it’s hard not to drown in the bittersweet chocolate and you’re mine sentiments
she reminds me that this day is more than for men
with a care package, and I wish she was here
so we could spend it together
we could make tea and watch classic noir films
so I nibble at my chocolate and look at my polaroid of heart hands
and smile softly, because we’re galentines after all.
happy valentine’s day.