Savannah Charlish

Savannah Charlish Apr 2017

"I was a hopeless romantic."
She shrugged indifferently.
"But life changes things and swallows up parts of us with it. And I guess that part of me just got lost with the tide."

Savannah Charlish Apr 2017

I Don't Know This But I Know You

I don't know how to stay for more than a night
I don't know how to not runaway when someone's grip feels too tight
And I don't know how to lose my logic and love you with my heart

Because I do know goodbyes
I know no amount of new hellos can put a broken heart back together
I know the impossibility of moving on from love lost

But your voice sounds like forever
And your eyes feel like coming home
Your touch tastes better than any good thing I've never known

All I know is
I don't know a lot about love
But I know my fears grow silent when you take my hand

Savannah Charlish Apr 2017

You Taste like Red Wine, You Feel like Whiskey

My head is spinning in circles
But a sip of liquor hasn't touched my lips
I can't feel my body
Even though I've never been so sober
All I can hear is the sound of my laughter
And I haven't had a drink in days

Because when I look back at you
Your big blue eyes
Your half grin
Looking back at me
I realize this is what people mean
When they say you get drunk on your lover

You're not mine yet
But I don't think my liver
Could endure the love of you

I don't know if this heart of mine
Could endure the hangover
When you leave

Savannah Charlish Apr 2017

A Thank You to Other Poets

The only thing that's left of us
Are the poems I read
That I feel explain the things about us I never could

Where I used to hear your words
I can only hear you
Through the broken hearts of others

Savannah Charlish Apr 2017

I Should Be Over it by Now

I am hoping for a day
That my thoughts don't find you worth the words

Savannah Charlish Apr 2017

You

Maybe this is just another heart-broken love poem
Trying to make sense of things that don't make sense

Savannah Charlish Apr 2017

You Have My Heart

I think the most magical thing about poetry
Is that no matter how many times you read a poem
Overlook it
Don't understand it
Maybe not even like it

One day
Something happens
Your heart breaks in a certain way
And it clicks
A poem that once seemed foreign
Puts your heartache into better words than you can yourself