My feelings are unsure, these I haven't felt before
My heart tears into two
People drawn apart
That too familiar feeling of being alone in the dark
As I think to myself, what have I done
With the quickness of the hand,
I take what I still love
And I run
I run away from what this means
I used to love me
I used to love us.
Married for all the wrong reasons
Who do we blame?
No happy future here
Just selfishness and shame
We used to be amazing
We used to be in love.
Now I have torn feelings, after each and every hug.
The tear no one sees
The ache no one feels.
Living in a lie,
Is this even real?
I've mixed so many emotions
Just trying to find love.
I lost myself somewhere
Somewhere I never wanted to go
I’m not going to lie
There is a part
It makes me sad
Tares me apart
I know after all
You still care
We went through so much
Has to be something there
Please don’t leave
Not just yet
A little longer
Then I’ll face regret
Thank you for everything
The good and the bad
I’ll get up and move on
It’s just a little sad
Enough time has passed
I don’t think so much
Then I remember the feeling
Of your soft touch
I am not ready for you
Out of my life just yet
I constantly think of that day
When we first met
I’ll keep it inside
And you will never know
Just know one day
You used to make me glow
I’m saying that for good
To be completely honest
I never thought I could
Good luck to you
I hope everything turns out well
I’ll walk away now
Did you think it was funny
Watching me cry
Thinking I was alone
Huddled my backbone
In the corner
While you laughed
Did you think it was nice
To read my suicide
Bringing me angry orchard
In your face of lies
Did you think it was kind
Finding my rant on maggot
Dedicated to my ex husband
Turning it out
To again you benefit
Did you think
You were the only thing around
To be graced
As a human?
There was something about the silence
Something about the “Our little secret”, “Don’t tell anybody” silence
That kept intruding into our conversations
On Friday afternoons
The silence was the ex-boyfriend
Who sucked his “I love you’s” and “Baby”s
Right from his lips.
The silence was the ex-husband
Who demanded him to pay for everything
With him avoiding eye contact as acceptable payment.
The silence was the ex-lover
Who stole the romance
As it slowly got of his bed taking with it his words and love.
The silence was the reason I stopped talking to him.
You have someone interested in you.
But you're still creeping with him.
That divorce man of yours and the father of your kids.
No reasons you give seems legit.
And you try to offer them to justify your action.
And the only one happy is the divorce man.
You have someone trying to connect to you.
And he even commented, you're getting played for a fool.
Just being used for a physical need tool.
Satifying your ex-husband lust.
But the new man doesn't blame him.
As much as he level the error of judgment upon you.
He does inquire, what will happen when he quit you?
And another interest his heart.
Since you agreed to be used.
Don't later try to say he took advantage of you.
For that wouldn't be true.
Many men get blame for the stupidity of a few.
But in this case, it's you.
1st shot, I'll forget you tonight.
2nd shot, I should date Noah on the weekend.
3rd shot, Been 6 years since we tied knots
4th shot, This is for you and your lies.
5th shot, For the stripper with red panties
6th shot, Go to hell Steve.
7th shot, Why Steve?
8th shot, Steve ..
9th shot, I'll call Steve.
10th shot, Please come home. I miss you.
11th shot, One more Blue Margarita
12th shot, I'm not drunk.
13th shot, Hello Ben! Officially divorced!
14th shot, I know. His lose. Thank you.
15th shot, Blah.. Blah.. Blah..
16, 17, 18, 19, 20, How many shots?
Probably 21, drunk enough to slept with my husband's brother.
22, Ex-husband, Sylvia.
fucking nature poems-
as if the trees are going to get up
and hug you and tell you to
forget your ex husband,
he was a piece-of-shit anyways.
as if you can live in a house by
the lake all by yourself and
never be alone because the
goddamn water will talk to you.
i don't know much about science
but i know that lakes don't
generally knock on the door
and ask for a cuppa.
no one believes in water
people have stopped worshiping it
the way they've stopped worshiping god,
canceled their Jesus Weekly
tore up the bible, drank the holy water,
ate his flesh and my flesh and your flesh, too.
and it's better that way.
all i know of god is that sometimes,
when i ring him up late at night,
he tells me
to go to hell.
and it's better that way.
(c) Zoe Terner 2014
My aunt gave me crap about forgiveness but she could only speak up drunk get out of here your wasting my time. My other aunt is a health freak years to late after her husband just because he's dead you don't have to go out of your way to our live him.
My aunt I'd divorced with a bf but she her ex husband around she is everything she said she wouldn't be. I don't have close uncles they bail or divorce my aunts but I don't blame them got leaving. Just because you talk loud doesn't mean your right.
I have a screwed up family on both sides of my decomposing family tree even though I see most of the jerks like weeds bothering the garden ruining the beauty
For an hour on my drive to school at night,
When the music and headlights come on,
For that hour I'm a rock star.
If you stop and stare even better,
and I'd congratulate you because you are my audience.
I'm the drummer, singer, bassist, piano player and guitarist,
Hell I'm even the guy playing with lights back stage.
But as soon as I park and get out of my car,
I'm not a singer, I'm not a musician and
I'm certainly tone deaf.
Yeah I'm a resenting has been and ex-husband,
I don't eat, sleep or fuck but writing is what keeps me sober these days.
Singing is what keeps my mind off the time,
and music what keeps me off the lines.
I used to give out ratings.
Now I keep the words to myself
and if my opinion is asked of me,
I just give them the simple half.
Let them figure out what's missing,
the way I found out what I was needing.
I may not make a mill next year,
or be able to pay the bills this month.
But I will be recognized for the things that are
put on billboards and on your bedroom walls.
I will be known for the message you wear everyday,
and for giving a face to the girl that sings in the dark on stage
and plays in your car all day.
But for just this hour I'm just a simple rock star.