"afterlove" poems - Hello Poetry

It's like a leech It clings to every memory I own, it infiltrates all my senses I see his face everywhere in the faces of strangers I hear his final words to me through the sigh he gave as I told him I wished we could have worked, that he should keep me in mind should he change his I smell him every time I sit at my piano and think of the times we spent poring over Faure and wishing the recital were over I touch him every time the white keys glide under my skin and the black ones poke my fingers into submission I taste him on the tip of my tongue as I try in vain to forget the past He was my train wreck and thinking of him makes me hate myself, what he hated, what he told me he wanted and then told me he would never want in a million years. So I pushed him to the back of my head, But his afterlove Just clings To my heart Instead.

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Jan 9, 2016

Jan 9, 2016 at 7:03 PM UTC

xmxrgxncy

Afterlove

It's like a leech It clings to every memory I own, it infiltrates all my senses I see his face everywhere in the faces of strangers I hear his final words to me through the sigh he gave as I told him I wished we could have worked, that he should keep me in mind should he change his I smell him every time I sit at my piano and think of the times we spent poring over Faure and wishing the recital were over I touch him every time the white keys glide under my skin and the black ones poke my fingers into submission I taste him on the tip of my tongue as I try in vain to forget the past He was my train wreck and thinking of him makes me hate myself, what he hated, what he told me he wanted and then told me he would never want in a million years. So I pushed him to the back of my head, But his afterlove Just clings To my heart Instead.

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now that i'm floating away from the one i love i find it harder to breathe from up above now my honey tastes like diluted tea and my ******* barely tingle me now my heart rarely thumps or skips and i feel nothing on these lonely lips now my blue roses are fading to white and my sunrise eyes are dying with the night now that you're gone i can't i won't say a thing i want i need you back and all the life that you bring

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Apr 18, 2014

Apr 18, 2014 at 7:23 PM UTC

kurt-kanawa

the afterlove

now that i'm floating away from the one i love i find it harder to breathe from up above now my honey tastes like diluted tea and my ******* barely tingle me now my heart rarely thumps or skips and i feel nothing on these lonely lips now my blue roses are fading to white and my sunrise eyes are dying with the night now that you're gone i can't i won't say a thing i want i need you back and all the life that you bring

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I’ve grown to like her body, but can’t fall in love with her mind. We’re not on an equal playing field, no love for the lover, but it gets odd every time we talk. So we stay quiet. Originally, I could make love to her mind while we gave thoughts that pierced the order of the world’s system, but I can’t even sense a happiness anymore. We’re no longer a pair, no longer a connection. We are mismatched. I feel it, but can’t touch it on my plane of existence. Raindrops drum on the base of my window sill as I write to the winds, words not flowing well enough so I force them as I force my tears back into my skull. I’m a timebomb- limited and dangerous, and, sooner or later, I’ll explode. I taste something bitter between my lips as I make winds flow around me. With my thoughts on my sleeve, I begin to feel Swooned. My winds block out the sounds of her Tears wash away her long lost kisses And my aching heart throbs enough to get rid of the pain of the thought of her nails on my cheeks as we stared into each other’s souls. I gave you my heart, love. What was it you planned to do with it besides break it? I wanted the love that you could provide, I wanted to hold hands and speak sweet nothings, I wanted to argue about dumb things and hear you claim to hate me before we’d make up and become best friends again. But I was wrong. Maybe it was bad luck, maybe it was Karma, but I was wrong about you. You weren’t the fantasy I thought you were, you were a chip in my armour that I had no clue about. You were my freedom, but you revoked yourself. You were my love. And now, love, I’m afraid we’re in a state of afterlove. I love you, but don’t and so forget my words of sweetness, my ****** jokes or, as you put it, quirky personality. Your space in my heart has been revoked.

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Jan 8, 2016

Jan 8, 2016 at 11:53 AM UTC

Poeticjustice

Afterlove (Vent #44)

I’ve grown to like her body, but can’t fall in love with her mind. We’re not on an equal playing field, no love for the lover, but it gets odd every time we talk. So we stay quiet. Originally, I could make love to her mind while we gave thoughts that pierced the order of the world’s system, but I can’t even sense a happiness anymore. We’re no longer a pair, no longer a connection. We are mismatched. I feel it, but can’t touch it on my plane of existence. Raindrops drum on the base of my window sill as I write to the winds, words not flowing well enough so I force them as I force my tears back into my skull. I’m a timebomb- limited and dangerous, and, sooner or later, I’ll explode. I taste something bitter between my lips as I make winds flow around me. With my thoughts on my sleeve, I begin to feel Swooned. My winds block out the sounds of her Tears wash away her long lost kisses And my aching heart throbs enough to get rid of the pain of the thought of her nails on my cheeks as we stared into each other’s souls. I gave you my heart, love. What was it you planned to do with it besides break it? I wanted the love that you could provide, I wanted to hold hands and speak sweet nothings, I wanted to argue about dumb things and hear you claim to hate me before we’d make up and become best friends again. But I was wrong. Maybe it was bad luck, maybe it was Karma, but I was wrong about you. You weren’t the fantasy I thought you were, you were a chip in my armour that I had no clue about. You were my freedom, but you revoked yourself. You were my love. And now, love, I’m afraid we’re in a state of afterlove. I love you, but don’t and so forget my words of sweetness, my ****** jokes or, as you put it, quirky personality. Your space in my heart has been revoked.

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All you do is hurt me all the time, But i don't know why I still try. It's like I don't learn that you're never going to change, Because once I see you my heart still feels the same. I don't know why you even came. It's like I lost all my pride, something I exchanged.. So I guess I am to blame. But they say the grass is greener on the other side, I just have to learn how to leave you behind. I'll learn how to love again and be kind, these trust issues is just something you provide.. I just.. i just want to see you calling and just press decline..

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May 13, 2015

May 13, 2015 at 2:02 AM UTC

joanny-sanchez

Afterlove

All you do is hurt me all the time, But i don't know why I still try. It's like I don't learn that you're never going to change, Because once I see you my heart still feels the same. I don't know why you even came. It's like I lost all my pride, something I exchanged.. So I guess I am to blame. But they say the grass is greener on the other side, I just have to learn how to leave you behind. I'll learn how to love again and be kind, these trust issues is just something you provide.. I just.. i just want to see you calling and just press decline..

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here comes the weird af ancient tonic yum don't fight it jus let it stream through megaflora ninja nook harpoon never saw it comin gonna do some quick love surgery on yer babblin' brook make it run real real good again unforever it with botanical finite tunes that come-n-go so beautifully petals on the floor bruise wilt like legs and arms in that afterlove hue this monkey suit is cool sure but we can't overstay the visit origami god only folds so many times but mossy mother womb awaits you always there where the river unfolds my lovelies so dip your toe in fuckitjusjumpin as this rock swims one more time around that one star we call sun

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Jan 1, 2016

Jan 1, 2016 at 9:24 PM UTC

mike-dm

normal never stood a chance

here comes the weird af ancient tonic yum don't fight it jus let it stream through megaflora ninja nook harpoon never saw it comin gonna do some quick love surgery on yer babblin' brook make it run real real good again unforever it with botanical finite tunes that come-n-go so beautifully petals on the floor bruise wilt like legs and arms in that afterlove hue this monkey suit is cool sure but we can't overstay the visit origami god only folds so many times but mossy mother womb awaits you always there where the river unfolds my lovelies so dip your toe in fuckitjusjumpin as this rock swims one more time around that one star we call sun

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At the stroke of Love we both became poets and... At the strike of a heartbreak we became a a Sad Sad Sad Poem Now we both think and believe love is pain... Always and inevitably painted and scripted in painful vowels And all promises in it nothing but broken dry ‘vow-wells’ Our bodies lying next to each other, yet, windows to hearts shut The sun in our eyes turning ice-cold This is the Afterlove where... Without one another, we keep kissing each other’s shadows and silhouettes Baby, could there be a life after love? In the Afterlove...?

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Apr 13, 2017

Apr 13, 2017 at 1:34 PM UTC

Josh_Cooper

The Afterlove

At the stroke of Love we both became poets and... At the strike of a heartbreak we became a a Sad Sad Sad Poem Now we both think and believe love is pain... Always and inevitably painted and scripted in painful vowels And all promises in it nothing but broken dry ‘vow-wells’ Our bodies lying next to each other, yet, windows to hearts shut The sun in our eyes turning ice-cold This is the Afterlove where... Without one another, we keep kissing each other’s shadows and silhouettes Baby, could there be a life after love? In the Afterlove...?

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