#boyfriend poems on Hello Poetry

Jazzelle Monae Jul 2016

How dare he even try
To come back into her life
After he ripped her apart
every
Single
Part
Shredded her to bits
Every
Single
Inch
Picked at the seams
And didn't care for her screams
Layed her in hell
Broke his own spell
So please tell me how
Tell me why now?
After she's put her self all back together.
He left her before
Please shut the **** door
He doesn't belive in forever
She remembers his name
She's forgetting his game
Her heart is a hopeful romantic
Lock it up twice
He's got the same vice
He's using his regular semantics
Shut the door
Hit the floor
Go far away fast
Remember the past
He's a game of fire at best.
You'll get burned
Back in hell
He does it so well
Save yourself while you still can.

2016 © Jazzelle Monae

#love #heartbreak #depression #boyfriend #relationships #her #him #back #exes #burner

Christina L Jul 2016

Rambling About Him

He likes to keep his radio on the country music station
because he's from the country and the songs remind him of home.
He likes to have his hair played with but doesn't like it too long
because then it's a hassle to take care of and doesn't take 2 seconds to dry after his morning showers.
He likes to be the little spoon just as much as he likes to be the big spoon,
because it makes him feel like he's giving love while also getting it.
He acts all scary when on the road or when walking somewhere,
but I know it's only because he's blocked out the idea of getting hurt
and it's much easier to not get hurt when people are scared of you.
He likes the feeling of his feet gliding on ice,
he likes the wind in his face while driving his boat
he likes the colours that paint the sky for sunsets
and the smell of apple and cinnamon.
Strawberry rhubarb pies are his favourite
but only ones that are made by his grandmother.
And when you ask him about her,
his eyes will light up and he'll look away as he talks in a happy tone
as he remembers her hugs, her home, her voice.
He loves his studies because it's also his passion
and sometimes you might feel like he loves it more than you...
okay, maybe more than sometimes.
More than sometimes, you'll feel like he's more interested in leaving a mark in history than in going out for a dinner date with you.
More than sometimes, you'll get a text from him saying he'll be late because he's working or that you have a limited time to talk to him.
But as hard as it is to, try not to dwell on it.
Because don't forget,
more than sometimes, he'll drive hours to come see you.
More than sometimes, he'll show you how vulnerable he can be around people he loves
and more than sometimes,
he'll remind you over and over again how much he misses you
how much he misses your smile and your hugs
your kisses and your giggles.
How much you mean to him.
God, you could talk to him for hours and hours and never run out of things to talk about.
You could stare at him with a smile on your face and always find something new to love.

I should know...
I wouldn't change any part of him for anything in the universe.

I'm in love...it's a problem.

#love #poem #poetry #boyfriend #cute #sweet #girlfriend #inlove

Christina L Jul 2016

Untitled

It's 3 in the morning and my feet are cold.
They've managed to slip out from under the blankets and so my first instinct is to turn and hold you,
using you for mutual warmth.
But I turn and you're not there.

It's 6 in the morning and I wake up with tears rolling down my cheeks.
You've found some new girl and decided to leave- no, it was just a dream, and so my first instinct is to turn and hold you, reminding myself that you are still with me.
But I turn and you're not there.

It's 7 in the morning and my alarm goes off, my eyes blinking open.
I yawn and my first instinct is to turn and hold you, kiss your cheek and say good morning, expecting a mumble in response.
But I turn and you're not there.

You're my first instinct,
every moment of the day, I think about you,
every hour of the day, I wish to be with you.
I'll always want to turn over and see you lying next to me
But I know sometimes you can't be...

Long distance is hard...

#love #heartbreak #sad #lonely #boyfriend #girlfriend #distance #longdistance #missingyou #longdistancerelationship

Kelly Weaver Jun 2016

Rethinking Us

Heavy eyes and unspoken lullabies were familiar to me

Now, I never truly wished for your demise but the thought just came to me

If you were able to walk away from what we had without a single regret

Why wasn't I given the ability to pretend we had never met?

Unfairness was a common theme in our problematic little fling

And you were the one to pick a fight over every little thing

And I never wished for someone more muscular or tall

But I cannot love a man that loves to bang his head against the wall.

#ex #whatever #boyfriend #breakup

Kelly Weaver Jun 2016

Violent Association

to associate object with man
hate and love go hand in hand
certain melodies cursed
and you'll never understand
                              many days go by
                     and without a single reply
         you'll hang your heavy little head
                      and make your way to bed
working in wonderous ways
through every stormy haze
a light shining through a crack
breaking your mother's back
                     waves of sorrow meet grief
                       and with every falling leaf
                            you'll find my eyes dry
                      and you'll be found a thief.

#love #boyfriend #memories #breakup

Leigh Marie Jun 2016

2 years gone

I still have your single black sock-
It is a reminder that I am not the only one who
lost something
when you left:
misfit parts of you are still sprinkled across my bedroom
(it is a lesson for the both of us)
what else am I to do?

#love #ex #boyfriend #lost #breakup #sock #misfit

Christina L Jun 2016

Dear Girls Who Came Before Me,

***** you.
Do you know what a great guy he is?
Do you understand what you could've had?
He's smart
He's funny
He's sweet
He can break a hockey stick on ice and with the same hand,
write you a poem that will put your broken heart back together again.
So ***** you.
***** you for hurting him,
***** you for pushing him aside when I know he gave you everything.

But also,
thank you.
Thank you for giving him to me broken,
because now maybe I can fix him better than he was before,
like he's doing with me.
Thank you for teaching him what rejection feels like
so maybe he'll cling a little harder to me.
Thank you for all your fake smiles
and your texts that just led him on,
thank you
for being so **** stupid you lost him.
Because I found him
and I don't plan on being as stupid as you.

#love #poem #poetry #boyfriend #cute #sweet #girlfriend #letter #deargirls #letterpoetry

Christina L Jun 2016

You

I wish I could hate you,
you and your handsome grin
you and your hand running through your hair
you and your laugh, your touch, your love.
I wish I could hate it all.

Maybe then I wouldn't miss you,
you and your handsome grin
you and your hand running through your hair
you and your laugh, your touch, your love.
I wish it didn't feel so empty without you.

But you,
you with the handsome grin
you with your hand running through your hair
you and your laugh, your touch, your love.
I can't stop craving it,
I can't stop craving you.

#love #poem #boyfriend #cute #sweet #girlfriend #couples #lovepoem #lovepoetry

The Forgotten Poet Jun 2016

Your Hands

It's been over a year
Since you broke me to the core.
Took away my innocence
Because you wanted more.

Hoped I'd never see you
Or look into your eyes.
The eyes of a sadistic monster
That tore me down with lies.

Thought I'd never see those hands.
Hands that made me feel unclean.
Made me feel guilty for your sins.
The worst I've ever seen.

The memories don't go away.
Or the feel of your cold hand.
They keep me up awake at night.
A touch as rough as sand.

So, wow, okay. Um. ****/****** assault ****. Trust me, I know. It's been about a year since I was ***** by a guy I was with at the time. I made the mistake of not telling anyone for almost 6 months. But when someone has that much control over you, you feel like there is nothing you can do anyways.

#depression #girl #boyfriend #teen #dating #selfharm #ptsd #**** #abusiverelationship #sexualassault

pushthepulldoor Jun 2016

"the heart beats itself to death"

the heart beats whether we want it to or not.
it beats while we sleep,
while we cry.
it pounds while our fists do the same
against each others walls.
trying to break something down.
our hearts beat us til the day we die.
the rhythm is seemingly perpetual once you notice it
and only when our time is up does it stop.

when im with you
i know im alive.
my heart feels as though its going to beat
right out of my chest
and into your hands.
it seems as though thats its true home.
you hold what beats me most
so i beg you to be gentle, lest it breaks.
i know thats cliche but you see,
this beating that i take every day
is all i have to keep me going.
its all i have to remind me im alive
and when im with you
it flutters uncontrollably
and im left doubtless
that this isnt a dream

babe since 11.2.15

#love #heart #boyfriend #relationship #heartbeat #beat