I was afraid my heart didn't work**

Thank you for bringing me to parties to meet people

Thank you for staying in with me on the days people were too much

Thank you for sharing silence with me

Thank you for showing me that sometimes loud was okay

Thank you for having *** with me

Thank you for making sure all my neighbors new my name before I even met them

Thank you for holding my hand when I was afraid to face my grades

Thank you for holding my hand when I was cold

Thank you for holding my hand when I was lonely

Thank you for holding my hand when I wasn't sure if I'd made the football team

Thank you for holding my hand and cheering me on when I found out I did

Thank you for hiding me from your parents when you know they'd make you stop seeing me if they found out

Thank you for standing up for me when they did

Thank you hugging me when I needed it

Thank you for slapping me when I needed it

Thank you for showing me what happy felt like again.

Thank you for taking it away...

Thank you for showing me that happy isn't permanent

Thank you for making me fight

Thank you for making me want

Thank you for making me need


Thank you for making me watch "Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist"

...******* love that movie

Thank you for forgiving me

Thank you for giving me another chance

Thank you for being my friend

Thank you for being my best friend

Thank you for being my first real girlfriend

Thank you for filling me with so much love

Thank you for bringing me to heights I've never been to

Thank you for holding me up in the sky with the clouds

Thank you for making me feel like I was flying

and

Thank you

for dropping me...

Thank you

for letting me fall

thousands of feet

to meet with cold

hard

concrete.


But most of all

Thank you for breaking my heart.

it proved to me that it was working fine

working so fine and so well

that the moment it broke

it left no shadow of a doubt in my mind


Thank you for breaking my heart.

when I needed it most


I'll find the splintered pieces

and be back to you soon

with mended heart in hand


Thank you.

despite everything, stay with me
(even if it is just here in this world)
share hazelnuts music with me
dissect the seconds
make the morning turn more pink
and intertwine the noontide smells with me
together – beg in me for evening
thank the candlelight and afterwards
lay your skin on mine

listen, let me protect you and whisper
as if I am an orphanage
without laws, rod or anguish

just for the pleasure of whispering

The living were born
The dead did die
The fear won't let
the sleeping dogs lie
when the shadow comes
creeping
through the town.

The pastors yawn,
the demons frown;
sometimes you're up
sometimes you're down,
but you can't listen
to what the devils say.

I've heard the kettle
whisper
when I came by to
kiss her
but I've never heard God
get comfortable with sin.

I think I'll try getting old
before I lay down to die.
No matter what,
when it ends
I won't let them lie,
no,
but when I lie,
the dead will mourn for me.

There's coffee in the fridge,
there's whisky in the ***,
so many things I did backwards,
like buying your nonsense in lot.

I've been sitting pretty
is it make-up, or is it wit? See...
I don't have to be pretty
to be loved by dumb luck.

When I go out to meet her
I'll be checking my dresser
Hat, shirt and dress, yes sir,
You'll be colored yeller,
but when I die,
it doesn't matter what they see.
Cuz when I lie,
the dead will mourn for me.

I'll be buried empty,
but the plants will have plenty,
of all my meals I'd rather leave behind.
I don't have money,
don't take that to make it sunny,
but I'll be cooking where I'm hard to find.

I've got oil to spare,
to lay your body bare,
and spend your love
to keep my engine running.

I'm devil may care,
I'm angel may stare,
and hope no one's lookin'
when I pass you saucy
love letters.

Arguments fine tuned,
we leave common sense marooned,
when we box pandora up
and let her free...
continually.

I've seen the moon go red
Like every word you said,
and I'd rather chase some ***
then get insurance,
because when I die,
no,
when I lie,
yes,
when I lay down,
the dead will mourn for me.

A few years ago
We were an item
Thinking that our
Love was a titan.

You'd call me an a-hole,
I'd call you my *****,
Our vocabulary wasn't
Exactly labelled rich.

I painted a portrait
Of an ex that was crazy
with the tainted ink of
heartbreak and immaturity.

You grew happier
And I grew bitter
Like the taste of a
lettuce that withers.

All of the hostility
Was my own ocean
Drowning deep denial
And inner emotions.

I have grown mature,
Since being with you,
Appreciated that skies
will forever remain blue.

I have found a special
Someone who makes me
Wish to be the best version
Of myself that I could be.

My sun, my moon, my stars,
That cluster of hopeful light
Providing me with comfort
And warmth in the night.

I write this poem to
acknowledge my mistakes
Of breaking bonds by
Brandishing heartbreak.

You were not the crazy ex
That I made you out to be
And for all I've said
I hope I could say, I'm sorry.