I shouldn't expect anything from you anymore Only "I'm sorry" Because you hate yourself for the pain You caused me But that's okay now Because the only one who's still suffering the consequences The lesson Through the pain Is you Difference between you and I right now is, I've always been a quick learner. Thank you.
she used to kiss me at red lights. I would make her coffee in the mornings, and maybe leave a note under the mug for her to wake up to. some mornings, I wouldn't even have time to make myself a coffee because I was running late to class. we would sleep in too often. she would crawl out of bed, with her blonde hair shining by the light from my window, her soft smile poking through the top of her shirt as she hastily threw it on, and would run with me out the door to her car to make sure I got to class on time. now, I get to class early, I have a coffee every morning, and red lights last twice as long.
What monstrous love that an empire of words building up, Can be torn down by a single transgression, as if to start again in solitude!
What monstrous love that conditions line our very affections. And that under circumstances they dwindle and give.
What monstrous love that pouring your heart out no longer is good enough, Because you’ve had to do it to keep yourselves together.
But I shift backwards in my squandering, And reside in what I’ve built. Our tapestry laid across the face and ***** a quilt. All this love I’ve been hoarding, gathering it for later. Laundering. But, is it monstrous if it is all for naught? To wilt? To these ends, experience for broken hearts, I am left pondering.
A poem I wrote at the very end of my relationship, 2 days before we broke up. We just got into a huge fight, and things were already starting to look grim. But we held on to familiarity, albeit for too long. (- -}- -}- -}A B A B A B)