I think about it
all the time
every. time.

You just don't forget
a love like
that.

Sooner or later
you'll decide,
you no longer want
to be
dead inside,
so you'll find
somebody new
to take
over

But I guess,
one day
she will see,
that there's more
than what's underneath
her jeans

and my darling,
you'll still be alone
and a year older.

I'm so tired of reading about women writing over men. It's nice to relate to in a ****** up way but at the same time I'd just for once like to search google without "how do I get him back", "why did he hurt me", or "why did he cheat" coming up in the results. I want to see a "why did she leave", an "is she coming back", or a "does she love me" pop up somewhere. I want to read words where women break the man's heart. Where she rips him open ******* raw and gnaws on every living ***** that beats within. I want to see the man bleed, gasp for air, claw at the earth like there's no escape. I want them to feel what we feel; what I feel. I'm tired of being soft for a man. And I want them to know.

I have so much poetry inside of me it's spilling from my veins. the last that I can recollect, you tied a noose around my neck and said "I wish you the best."

You used to love
when
I'd write about you

If you could
only
see me now

Don't ever read your ex's monthly horoscope -
it will tell you that he is
going to not be single soon
and find new love
and conceive babies
and you will find your hands shaking
with a cigarette in them
wishing you never knew at all.

You passed me in a '68 Chevy
Didn't blink twice, didn't even wave
You left my head and heart feeling heavy
*******, I'm a Ford girl anyway.

I don't know how to explain
the way my insides lit fire
when he smelled
exactly
like
you.

I'm spending
my Friday night
on a couch
with Julia Child
reading 77 pages
of English Law

And I don't mind at all.
I don't mind at all :)

I hate the fact
that I can relate
with every broken hearted
post
on this gosh **** site

You never liked
when I played with knives
"You might hurt yourself", you said

I understand now
that it wasn't romance -
you were just saving it
for yourself
instead.

What if he doesn't make me laugh like you did
What if he doesn't captivate a room
What if he doesn't golf with my dad on Sundays

My god, what did you do
What did you do

How do you not remember
everything
I
work
so hard
to forget?

My knee has been hurting for 5 days but I feel like I've been walking with a limp for more and it makes me miss your comfort back when I was your diamond and not your *****

and it reminds me of the time my arm couldn't move for 3 days
so I showered in the dark and cried with my hair in knots as I called your phone hearing your voicemail replay

this is the day before you left me the first time and went four hours away
as i watched you pack your belongings in front of my face
and I cried and you wanted to
but your heart was not phased

tell me, who finds solace
in memories that unravel;
that don't keep your heart laced?

There's
nothing more
in this world
that I want
than to be loved.

There's
nothing more
in this world
that I want
than to never love again.

“How far have you walked for men who’ve never held your feet in their laps?

How often have you bartered with bone, only to sell yourself short?

Why do you find the unavailable so alluring?

Where did it begin?
What went wrong?
And who made you feel so worthless?


If they wanted you, wouldn’t they have chosen you?

All this time, you were begging for love silently,
thinking they couldn’t hear you,
but they smelt it on you,
you must have known that they could taste the desperate on your skin?


And what about the others that would do anything for you,
why did you make them love you until you could not stand it?

How are you both of these women, both flighty and needful?

Where did you learn this, to want what does not want you?

Where did you learn this, to leave those that want to stay?”

--Warsan Shire

I figured out
that I can't drink you away

What the **** do I do now?

I wish I wasn't one of those people
who feels like they need love
to survive.

As if the only time I feel complete is when I'm giving another a piece of me.

How is that even possible -- to become whole when parts of you are missing?

I've been driving around for 3 hours straight
4 beers
two bottles of champagne

My lungs are ****** up
from smoking you
really smoking cigarettes
but you're always here too

I have ten minutes till I give up and go home
you're leaving me alone
****....
alone.

How many times
can I shoot myself
with your gun
until I'm completely
dead?

You'd think
I'd
know
how
to
let
you
go
by now.

I have missed you
in ways
and with
parts of me
I never knew
could.

I hope one day,
not too far from now,
you will want to tell me hello

and,
without a second thought,
I will want to say goodbye.