There's no more tears when
Your name flashes through my mind
No more heartbreak
When I remember how you
Walked out the door

Theres no more pain
You were the one who
Walked away
What a shame

I will not hold on to you anymore
This is the last time you get to
Leave me all alone

I won't wait around for you
To not love me too
I'd be crazy to

I'm not holding on anymore
Hope, love, happiness
All out the door

If you ever come back
I'll shut the door in your face
I'll have the
Pieces of my heart
Back in a good place

We smile at each other,
not that simple smile of warmth from passing someone on the street,
but the smile of acceptance and love,
the smile that makes you warm on a cloudy miserable day.
When we smile and gaze into each other's eyes,
we know at that moment that we are one and the heavy world cannot touch us.

You were the ocean
infinite in some ways
mysterious and dark, impossible to reach the bottom

Powerful, pushing me and shifting my weight from standing to floating

You were the ocean
large, expansive
But so soft, a carrying presence
I knew you would never set me down

That fateful day
I was standing on the shore, picking tiny shells out of the sand to give to you, lifting my skirt so as not to get it wet

I saw the wave growing in the distance, but I didn’t think to move
As it grew closer, I did not panic.
10 feet, 20 feet, 30 feet tall. A wall
and when your freezing cold wave crashed over me
I still didn’t think to move

You could never hurt me.

Under your abyss, I could see my red hair turn to kelp
Thirty feet long, rooted in the ground

I begged you to release me, swallowing salty seawater
But you held fast

You were so beautiful
you could never do a thing like this

I always thought you would be the ocean under my boat
The wind in my sails
The love in my heart


But I drowned that day


I am still trying to determine
If I will ever grow gills

This, no song of an ingenue,
This, no ballad of innocence;
This, the rhyme of a lady who
Followed ever her natural bents.
This, a solo of sapience,
This, a chantey of sophistry,
This, the sum of experiments,--
I loved them until they loved me.

Decked in garments of sable hue,
Daubed with ashes of myriad Lents,
Wearing shower bouquets of rue,
Walk I ever in penitence.
Oft I roam, as my heart repents,
Through God's acre of memory,
Marking stones, in my reverence,
"I loved them until they loved me."

Pictures pass me in long review,--
Marching columns of dead events.
I was tender, and, often, true;
Ever a prey to coincidence.
Always knew I the consequence;
Always saw what the end would be.
We're as Nature has made us----hence
I loved them until they loved me.

this is a poem because i say it is

    i could imagine that once you thought the same words
    with perfectly bleach-white blinds
    letting flawless streams of morning sunlight in
    maybe a smile on your face and a boy in your arms

these words are what I put together, okay?
they’re all i have when the sky is dark and the clouds are moving
in that too-fast way
and I need somebody to hold me but never ask

this is a ******* poem because I say it is

our brains are only
soggy ventriloquist creeps
who never leave home

I'm not asking much,
Just don't make me cry again.