I killed a soul
I broke his heart
I tried to mend it but it just fell apart

It was not sinister
or something I was longing for
yet, I shivered his fragile soul
He said I stabbed him with the tip of my sword
Like if I have never loved before

The minty chemical flavor of my soft body
fed his starving soul
He wanted it so badly
then I thought,
oh how sad is an unrequited love

He is not what I have been waiting for
I think this happened to me before
but I was the unrequited love

I wish there was a way
to mend his lonely soul
I wish
I could find a way
to prevent from shattering his soul

and here we go again
another text from you again
I will answer one more time again
breaking your heart again



Please, don't mind my words





It was a warm morning in April
The tulips were blooming
when I was running

So, how do you know?
How do you go about...?
How do you prevent a broken heart?
En las horas de soledad, sometimes you think you will never find someone like the one you just left...
and then, time goes on, because time heals those scars that are deep inside your soul.

Then, you swear it will never happen again,
and you build an armor
and have all this plan all this new tactics,
you will not fall again!
yet in seconds just with one smile
yes one stupid smile you fall all over again...
and you are vulnerable again
then you stand up asking why? How could this have happened to me again?...
now you have to wait again ...
but how do you know? how do you go about?

And  it is kind of funny that those memories were the best you had,
but it is kind of sad when you are torn down apart inside your heart.
How do you know? How do you go about?

Things get spoken, things get broken but
how do know? How do you go about from preventing a broken heart?
There is nothing better than a sweet smile and a warm kiss.
There is nothing better than looking in that person's eyes and the world stops turning...
but when all that magic is gone and you are back in reality .
How do you know? How do you go about?

How do you explain that to a young heart who has had their first kiss and first heartbreak?
How do say to an older heart who is is giving up who again lost someone he/she never really had?
Is it just the way it goes? falling and falling again until you find the one?

Tennyson once wrote "Tis better to have loved and lost / Than never to have loved at all." but is it really true?
Could it be just an excuse to justify it to your broken heart?
I imagine it would apply when you have lost someone through death and you have love the one.

I was sitting on a train with my pad and a pen, trying to write a poem. I had no title, but I had written down the first line

...I was sitting on a train with my pad...

A man sat opposite me.
After a minute or so of scanning his paper and throwing cursory looks in my direction
he enquiried "What are you writing?"

"I'm trying to write a poem about a man trying to write a poem on a train
who gets asked by a stranger 'what are you writing'.

"Can I be in it?", asked the stranger opposite.

"You already are", I replied.

The train pulled out of the station.

I swear you're like the ocean,
A beauty on the surface,
Yet...
If I can dive deep enough,
I know that I will find,
A beauty that not many people will ever see.

So you've dared your girlfriend to write you a poem
Detailing why she loves you,
So what shall she write?
Perhaps that she imagines your kiss will be ambrosia to her,
And that she so easily trusts, and talks to you.
But the point of this poem is why she is in love with you
And so I think she'd say this;
I love you because you're so crazy, and different, and that's so right for you
I love you because you're so kind and sweet to me and other people
I love you because you've got awesome taste, in music and movies and the arts
You're a poet, artist, genius and I love you for it
I love you because you challenge me, and you appreciate intellect
I love you because you don't act excessively proud of what you've done, even though it's really great
I love you because you're quiet, unlike what I am most of the time
My list could go on for pages if I wanted, I've got so many reasons to love you
I love the way your hair covers your eyes
And when it gets ruffled up it's so cute, and reminds me of a flustered bird's feathers
I love how you use words and graphite to create beautiful art and gorgeous depictions
I love you, and pretty much everything about you
And you've got this sort of air, an aura one might say, about you
One that I can only describe as irresistable and curious, curious in both senses of the word
I love how you don't put me down, and are actually so supportive of me
I love how you comfort and understand me so quickly
I love you for talking me out of all sorts of depression, cutting, anorexic tendencies, and still loving me despite my craziness
I really truly thank you for that
You're an incredibly fantastic best friend and boyfriend,
I'm still so amazed at how I got lucky enough to get you, and that you feel the same
The only thing I don't love about you in this moment is that you aren't here
Because I miss you more than life right now
And I love you so much

half hour after midnight
and she says
"help, he loves me, and it's confusing me"
i try my hardest
but it was just yesterday
i left that note on her dresser
and i know she read it;
she didn't pretend like she didn't.
So
I'm crying
and shaking as i help.
then she says
"i'll just talk to you about it tomorrow"
and we say our good nights
and our see you tomorrows
and all that.
and i look back at my empty bed
still crying
and i don't stop,
can't stop
the tears just flow
and i can't stop shaking.
so i listen to sappy love songs
occasionally wiping my desk with kleenex.
an hour later i give up
and climb into my empty bed
still shaking
still crying
sometimes i wish she really knew
sometimes i wish someone did



©Brandon Webb
2012

perhaps I will bundle up
and read some Bukowski
and listen to the rain falling
-
perhaps I will daydream
of falling in love with you
of you falling in love with me

Sitting outside of Ulta,
A make up store.
Waiting for Brooklyn,
To get done borrowing
Some samples.
The lights in there,
They are very very bright,
And it makes me uncomfortable.
That's why I'm just waiting.
Out here, not in there.
When will I not be so
Ruled by my anxieties?

The curve in your hips matches the rock in your heart,
your poor, sad, heart.
Though you're not sad, not at all.
You stand tall on long legs and smile for the camera,
the black, broken camera.

******,
why can't you flinch
or stop twinkling and glowing?
It's all show,
though you're not on stage honey,
the curtains are closed.

Take off your long lashes and your push-up bra,
please,
because the lights are off and the door is shut and the crowd is gone
and I'm here, just me, only me.

What is love?