Everyone's past is a tragedy.
Everyone's heart has
been broken.
That means
thousands of
reasons to feel
sorry for
yourself.
Hundreds of different
shades of pain, an
endless rainbow of
exes and
depressing
stories.
Relationships pile up,
as rotten and overwhelming
as a garbage dump.
I need to reduce
my interpersonal
carbon footprint.
There are too many
bones in the graveyard
of my heart. I am
almost out of
room, I will have
to start
cremating
soon.
I want to forget them all,
every failed attempt
at love.
Can you
wipe my slate clean?
Can your kiss
outweigh
a decade
of defeat?
Aug 6, 2012
Aug 6, 2012 at 4:02 AM UTC
Everyone's past is a tragedy.
Everyone's heart has
been broken.
That means
thousands of
reasons to feel
sorry for
yourself.
Hundreds of different
shades of pain, an
endless rainbow of
exes and
depressing
stories.
Relationships pile up,
as rotten and overwhelming
as a garbage dump.
I need to reduce
my interpersonal
carbon footprint.
There are too many
bones in the graveyard
of my heart. I am
almost out of
room, I will have
to start
cremating
soon.
I want to forget them all,
every failed attempt
at love.
Can you
wipe my slate clean?
Can your kiss
outweigh
a decade
of defeat?
Request permission to use this poem