This is a poem about new love,
but it isn't mine
Yes, moving on is how we survive
Doesn't it hurt,
to leave a lover behind?
Because your gut told you "Their heart was never mine!"
They grieved over their ex while they were with you
Wondering if her lips were what he felt when he was kissing you
****** up things were said to you,
by this person so toxic
You HAD to get out, but still loved them to be honest
In your best efforts to save him, you let him go
Hoping he'd learn, hoping he'd grow
Not even two months later, he has a new girl by his side
You put your face in your palm,
he never loved you, or else it would have taken more time.

A poet is a poet,
no matter how much time has gone by
without writing the words from the souls of our eyes
A poet is a poet,
don't mind if the cat got my tongue
because my mind still holds beauty
even when the tiresome day is done

So this is the life I'm coming to know,
Witnessing new beauty,
Only to be haunted by my ghosts
Old memories of friends
Remind me of the strangers from today
And here I am, alone, sitting near a lake
My friends and former lovers have moved on, and I will too
But I'm still haunted by these ghosts
From this glorious view

Finances, bills, and blood to pay,
Only for the hope of resting one day
But when the day comes, and my heart no longer beats a sound,
Can I say my life was worth the journey, from birth to being underground?
Work extra shifts, sweat one more drop from your forehead,
Enjoy the thrill of the hustle before you're dead.

A bread crumb trail of words
You have spoken to me,
Has lead me to believe in your shy honesty
Your coy actions and moments hide behind coarse and buffed muscle
Yet being your soft and gentle counterpart completes this whole puzzle
So say the sweet things to me that add more crumbs to this trail
We may be lost at the moment,
But love never fails

I gave you my heart
After I wore it on my sleeve
You wear it like a watch now,
like a temporary accessory
If you were crazy about me,
as I am; you,
You'd keep my heart in your shirt pocket,
beating close to your heart,
The same thing that I do