I’ve gone through many battles
but never one as exquisitely painful
as the one my body has raged against itself
It’s just dirt
It’s not a garden at all
what is a garden without flowers?
sterile
barren
all I wanted in this life
was to give life
When you arrived you quickly bloomed
But just as quickly
I lost you
now there’s a wilted garden inside me
still, it serves as a reminder
of our time together
and the fact that
I’ll always love you
Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 10:24 PM UTC
You lead the most typical
boring
normal
traditional
life
everything I sneered at
a mommy
a picket fence
sit-down dinners at 6 o’clock
cookie cutter husband
soccer practice
9-5
wake-up
rinse and repeat
...and yet, I envy it all
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 12:23 AM UTC
You are my ocean
but I cannot dive into you
your waves are violent
I will drown
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 2:02 PM UTC
There is a graveyard
letters
words
stanzas
poems
I’ll never complete
because tears don’t make black ink
and my inkwell has run dry
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 1:09 PM UTC
you're the love poem I write
to break my own heart
the pain I feel is precise
like a haiku
the love you took was splendid
like a sonnet
you're the song I sing
to get over you
the lyrics rhyme
without reason
I grasp on to each note
my pitch strong
as I hold on
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 10:27 AM UTC
Even when the sun is up
I think dark thoughts of you
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 12:14 AM UTC
Whether night or sunlight
you are full of might
your resilience is second to none
even when he left
your beauty was that of a queen
a matriarch
- Mama
Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 7:53 PM UTC
Your heart is resilient
When he treats it like dirt
He’s just laying the foundation
for it to blossom, thrive,
and stay alive
Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 7:33 PM UTC
You said
in another time
or place
or life
we would be together
but in this time
in this place
in this life
you met her
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 10:50 PM UTC
my pain is always a surprise
your aim is always so precise
I ache for your touch, so much,
that even when blood drips
from my lips
you’re still perfect
Mar 12, 2020
Mar 12, 2020 at 7:11 PM UTC