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The poet not in love
Is the violin never heard
The sunrise never seen
And the water never felt.
The fires never lit
The birds never in flight
The lips never touched
The meaning never found.

The poet not in love is
The journey never taken
The path never walked
The guitar with no strings
And the painter with no canvas.
The parent to no child
The treasure never discovered
The book with no beginning
The story with no reason.

The poet not in love is silent
And what a useless thing to be
As a poet.
I don’t want you-
I want all the things
You promised me you would be,
For me.
I don’t want this-
I want every conversation
We had about the future
And how we would be in it,
Undoubtedly.
I don’t hope for better-
I hope for true
I hope that the next person
who lies to me, next to me
is not you.
I don’t want you-
I don’t even want to understand you anymore,
I want to return to the version of me
before there was ever a YOU
For me to ignore.
The moon, overseeing
Was red and full and heavy
Like the earth was holding
On with both hands
On the night you let me go
The sky was kissed
with pinks and tangerines
As you laid your lips on mine
Bringing us together
for the last time
The moon mocked me
As tears danced down
While I made the
Journey home.
I was never yours
But I wasn’t alone.
You looked into me
Deep, into the mess
You had made
Said my eyes were
Honestly so beautiful
The addition of
Welling tears served
As the object of your
Desire and you
Kissed me under
A full and heavy
Blood red moon
Oh ****, we’re talking
You’re kind and I’ve got that feeling
Oh ****, you kissed me
You’re warm and asked permission
Oh ****, I’m laid next to you
You’re safe and holding me close
Oh ****, you’re gone
And I’m laid here left thinking
Joanna Alexandre Oct 2024
My guilt is starved, and it's begun eating me alive,
A hunger gnawing at the space where my secrets hide.
The sick feeling in my empty stomach grows with time,
As silence weaves its web, and truth begins to die.
The distractions aren’t distracting, they only serve to stall,
But every quiet moment, I feel my conscience crawl.
No peace comes from avoidance, no comfort from a lie,
My guilt is unsatisfied, it craves more than I supply.
It chews through the walls I built, breaks through my disguise,
Exposing every crack where I once thought I'd thrive.
No sleep can soothe its hunger, no rest can clear my mind,
My guilt keeps feasting on the truths I cannot find.
It consumes my every thought, relentless in its quest,
Devouring the parts of me I buried with the rest.
The shadows of my actions cling tighter to my side,
My guilt remains unsatisfied, still eating me alive
My guilt is starved, relentless in its need to thrive,
An insatiable beast, gnawing deeper where I hide.
Each step I take is heavier, weighed down by silent cries,
My shame a constant echo, deafening but shy.
It drips like venom in my veins, it festers in my chest,
A parasite that feeds on every word I leave suppressed.
No matter what I try to give, it’s never satisfied,
My guilt continues gnawing, stripping pieces from my pride.
I try to scream, but nothing comes, the silence swallows whole,
And in the quiet, it devours the fragments of my soul.
Every truth left untold becomes a bitter lie,
My guilt feasts on the broken things I’m too afraid to try.
No corner left untouched, no memory left unscathed,
It rips apart the moments where I thought I had escaped.
I watch as it devours what’s left of peace inside,
My guilt, forever ravenous, keeps eating me alive.
Joanna Alexandre Oct 2024
I entrusted my joy in your core,
It fit so perfect, but you wanted more.
I gave you my laughter, my light, and my glee,
Yet you turned away, too full of **** to see.
Now I stand alone, in the wreckage of bliss,
Longing for moments I’ve learned to miss.
You took my happiness, wrapped it in lies,
And left me to gather the tears from my eyes.
In the ruins of trust, I gather my pain,
Each tear that I shed feels like falling rain.
So I reclaim my sanity, my morals, my dreams,
No longer entrusting my heart to your schemes.
I’ll rise from the ashes of what you destroyed,
And learn to embrace the strength I’ve employed.
With each passing day, I’ll gather my might,
And learn to find joy in the stillness of night.
I’ll rebuild the pieces, reclaim my own ground,
In the silence of leaving, my strength can be found.
And in the wreckage, I’ll rise from the dark,
No longer defined by your once glowing spark.
I’ll carve out my joy, piece by piece,
And from the ashes, I’ll find my release.
I’ll dance in the shadows, I’ll laugh through the pain,
For I am the master of my own refrain.
I’ll rise like the phoenix from flames of regret,
Embracing my freedom, I’ll never forget.
The lessons I learned from the love that went wrong,
Will echo in me, a resilient song.
So here's to my heart, still beating, still brave,
In the depths of despair, I found how to save.
Each moment that passes, I’ll gather my scars,
For they’re part of my journey, my own guiding stars.
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