It was my minds noisy blisters that scratched at the mends in my heart
And when I felt as though the wounds healed, you reminded me they did not
I had forgotten your touch long before we had ended
But it was the smell of morning coffee and the crunch of leaves that reprimanded
I want to see your call and hear you ask how my trip is going
But my phone never rings, except when you ruse the middle man in so doing
When I answer the phone it is on your behalf, as always, you fear your own soft
I know it neither you nor I that holds on, it is the mountains of dreams that never reached aloft
I can still see your crooked nose pushed funny in the mirror to slick out the bumps
And I feel your hands slide up my thighs as I lightly dab at my makeup clumps
I know you are gone, because I am the one who sent you away
I just wish I learned to love someone, someone who actually cared the same way
You were not my first but the only one to dance to Patsy Cline under the light of the stars
And I learned to give you everything, and you gave all of what you truly are
My arms spread out wide and caught your fists of broken parents, your childhood dreams crushed
My laughter halted as I felt the tears slide down before my emotions had the chance to respond in rush
I can’t say I didn’t love you, crooked nose and all
But I can say what love taught me, how to love and what true love is in all
And although I learned the hard way, both you and all in my life
I stopped turning the blame to myself, and taught myself love, the love I had learned from your sad and havoc life.
Break ups make good poetry