First published on the 25th of February 2011, this was documenting the heartbreak after the love malarkey of Valentine. Its a painful thing to be heart broken, and its equally as bad to see someone going through it. You want to gather them in your arms and put them together, even if you saw the disaster coming and you had warned them. Well, here it is, sharing a shattered heart with a friend.
I heard your heart broke last night.
Its noise drew me. I’m here today
to hold tissues against your chest to
staunch the pain and failing miserably.
Rock, rock, rocking with disbelief
Your pain is palpable. Its echo hits
my skin, I shiver in sympathy.
What does one say to the broken hearted
that could possibly ease their pain?
Shake, shake, shaking with shock
It’s an ugly sight; its scar will be jagged
but, you and I will learn lessons,
you, by feeling and I by sight, to
never trust a heart to a laughing man.
Cry, cry, crying with pain
I heard your heart break and like in a multiple
collision, mine, hairline-cracked in response.
I am here holding your chest catching up
the pain, as in response, my heart pulses with grief.
Numb.
Wednesday, 16 March 2011
Tuesday, 15 March 2011
Nevermind
March is the month of moving on. Its the time to get into things and live, so many poems that will be on this month will be in that trend. Wishing you progress as you go on.
Nevermind
You stare down into your glass
Willing your stubborn tears could
Flow down, mingle with your wine
Brand you by one assured name:
A fool. As you watch my back leave
Held gently by arms which could
Have been yours.
I’m not looking back
There’s nothing to see, I am
Nestling in the rest of him who
Put me first. Why soil such clean
Ecstasy with reminders of how
I had to stand further back in line
Of your life, while you lived rapturously
Assuming I would always be on stand by
However...
When I stared into my glass of gloom
Another wiped my tears, whispered in
My ears, pulled me away to a place where
I always come first.
I wonder why I waited around so long
What exactly was it I was hoping for?
Today we meet again, when you
Realised I had left that stagnant line and
You suddenly realised you could have
Been the one, I nestled close to
With your sodden eyes, I am
Not enticed. Hope you enjoy your wine.
Nevermind
You stare down into your glass
Willing your stubborn tears could
Flow down, mingle with your wine
Brand you by one assured name:
A fool. As you watch my back leave
Held gently by arms which could
Have been yours.
I’m not looking back
There’s nothing to see, I am
Nestling in the rest of him who
Put me first. Why soil such clean
Ecstasy with reminders of how
I had to stand further back in line
Of your life, while you lived rapturously
Assuming I would always be on stand by
However...
When I stared into my glass of gloom
Another wiped my tears, whispered in
My ears, pulled me away to a place where
I always come first.
I wonder why I waited around so long
What exactly was it I was hoping for?
Today we meet again, when you
Realised I had left that stagnant line and
You suddenly realised you could have
Been the one, I nestled close to
With your sodden eyes, I am
Not enticed. Hope you enjoy your wine.
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