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Arturo Hernandez Jun 2015
Love like you want.
You know I can tell, right?
Live what's left of Life,
Memories take some time.

When you visit the beach,
Draw a heart on the sand for me, okay?
The things I said will fade away.

Going...going...gone,
I'm sorry I could not stay,
But I promise to come back;
I will suffer the same pain.
I went into someone's word bank and read them out loud. They made sense as a poem so I wrote them down and just rearranged them. I'd been having a writers block.
Arturo Hernandez Jun 2015
"I think we should just stay as friends-" She said.

"What? Why, is there somebody else?" I replied.

I knew I was wrong to have let you off three months before,
I don't know who was at fault anymore.
You took the keys to his car, the keys to his apartment
And I thought you were just being nice.
I thought you needed a break
I thought you'd come back
And ask for me again,
But I gave you the green light
To "follow your heart."

But you know what,
I know what you haven't realized -
That behind your puppy eyes
And a smile wide enough to back them up
You know, **** well, how to play a man.
Your credit cards (that's right, I know)
You needed someone to pay them off.
Does he know? Bet you haven't told him -
You're just wanting for him to propose.

You didn't have to tell me
His parents owned a dealership
To know that your end game
Was to help him save your credit score.
*******, and your stupid little game
You manipulative "******" *****,
I got to know the person that you really were.
He doesn't stand a chance
Knowing what you really want,
And that you're playing him straight
Into losing half of his inheritance.

To tell you the truth I'm not sure about what I grieve.
I don't know if it's you or myself to blame,
I was too easy and only used half a brain
To realize that money was the only thing
You cared about and made your hear content.
I wrote this a long back in the day. I just now found it, thank God for Moleskines, right?
Arturo Hernandez May 2015
You hide it well
In the lining of your hair:
All the troubles
Built up in there.
With *******
You run them off
But I don't see you
Letting go.

I remember you
Only six years old
With a bow
And black leather shoes;
A little dress
Down to your knees
Is how I remember you
But when your eyes
Finally met with mine
You were full of energy
And it was beautiful.

Time was never kind enough
To let me keep you in my arms.
Arturo Hernandez May 2015
I had never paid any attention
Nor had I ever said a word to her
Not even a hi, or bye, or how are you?
Never.
But when I saw her,
When I really saw her,
It brought back all these memories
Of when we were only 5 and 7
Years old.
And now we were both teenagers;
She was slender with a smile
That she'd always cover followed
By her fingers running down
Her hair.
She was a daughter of God
And I was a son, it had to be a sign!
Or so I thought.
I wrote some words, over and over
Until I got the right poem
And I asked her to be my girlfriend,
Lame I know, with poetry.
She made me wait for a whole month
Until she responded with a letter
Of her own
And she said YES.
I still remember that bright yellow lit
Word that was on the outside of
Her neatly folded paper.
I remember her bringing me a Twix,
The chocolate shed always get
After service.
Memories of my early teens,
If I'd only know the effect they'd
Have over the years where I am
Now thankful that they taught me a true
Lesson.
Arturo Hernandez May 2015
that glare, i cannot forget,
it latched on to my memory.
the sway in your walk
had my stride in lock
(and my mind in awe)
the first time we met.
i keep playing this record
of a distant spring dream
to which you were the star
in my movie screen.
i see the moon
and try to hold on to a time
for it is now a small wrinkle
under both of our eyes.
Arturo Hernandez Mar 2015
I heard you talking
To the ocean blue.

It was a heartfelt conversation
You let on to the sky.
You said it slow, so slow.

It was a strange sensation
When I heard you sing.

I knew who you were
And where you came from
From the sound of your voice.
Arturo Hernandez Mar 2015
My, my, my* -
My body knows
That you are not here.
It's tired, it's restless -
It needs your *******
Pressed up against it;
Your thigh tucked in
Between both of mine.

I don't miss you -
I need you.
My body knows
And I have a fever.
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