I felt inspired to write this since there are many songs and poems written about heartbreak.
Many people who have been through what I've been through.

The soul crushing heartbreak.
Leaving your heart shattered into a million pieces.
With the hope that one day reunite seems like a distant dream.
One that you go in and out of subconsciously.

It's been years but the scabs are still existent.
Lately I can't help but pick at them.
Leaving me with ****** and deeper scars.

You don't just move on from someone you loved for years.
Neither do you replace them with a rebound.
It isn't that simple.

Although I believe you can move forward with your life.

Few of us have a happily ever after.

I hope my story changes for the better.

This is nonsense
Non-sequitur
My care's breakfast
Love break away
It's gone by night
It's out of sight
What you take away
You **** out right away
I go forgotten
Not about to let on
That I want you back
Inside my ramble
Its the bramble
Push your arm through
If you can't or won't
Don't fret,
I've got money for the TriMet
This is nonsense
Non-sequitur
The hidden truth
between the words

To the crushing of bones
when you implode;
my stubborn skull
was no match for the concrete.

I flew face first-
now I am ground into dirt,
or the dirt is ground into me
wherever I’m bleeding.


I can’t clean these wounds sober.
this girl?
you won't know her.

my jaw is popping-
is there any chance of that stopping soon?
The moon is closing in on the sun,
threatening to collide
and I've grown wearing of hiding in the night.
I'd just like some
medical attention.

My knees,
my knees...
I forgot to mention they're all ******;
I don't have the money to call off
for a few days.

can I sleep on my face?
my pain is evidence of my shame-
these wounds just my physical disgrace.

I'll regain coherency
at a quarter till three
with a swollen, puffy face
and vinegar in my veins.

just add it to the list
of blundering strains
maybe some time in the future
I’ll be able to worry about it again.

it never ends.

my new lamp, shattered
my clean sheets
dirtied and tattered.

my left ear is buzzing-
everything has gone fuzzy
and my head is numb and
throbbing.

maybe I’ll sleep well tonight,
and my nightmares will find me
without any fight left
in my dried out bones
and pseudo studio home.

c.m.
draft/original: 8.5.14
posted: 1.7.15
revision/edit: 1.8.15

My breath quickens as he draws close.
It's everything about him. From his tousled hair, unkempt beard, and those eyes of his.
Eyes that hold the universe.
Eyes that are the universe.
For me.
I am but the girl next door who made the mistake of getting too close to the stars.
And burn me he did.
Leaving scabs that are never to heal.
That can only be forgotten.
But how can I forget him when he has crawled onto my  flesh and taken proud residence?
How can I forget him when every insolent breath gives me a chance to hope?
How can I forget the stars that soar the sky every night?
But here is something that I have forgotten in my haste to love him,
You can only see the stars.
Never reach them.
And never for one, have them for your own.

Yesterday you kissed me like you loved me.
Tonight you tell me that there was never anything there.
I smell you on my skin and it seems that no matter
how hard I scrub it wont go away.
My hands have started to bleed because I keep
scrubbing and I'm only losing skin.
I know tomorrow you will lay your head against my chest
and tell me you love me. I will believe because it sounds so real
But then I will come home and scrub again.
I guess what I'm trying to say is when you love someone
even if they don't love you back, they leave their mark,
and all you'll have left is scars of where you scrubbed too hard.