"homewrecker" poems
You must be understanding
Of his demons
You’re never going to see him
On the weekends.
He’s just what you found perfect
As long as he was in bed.
It turns out every time, the romance
It is all inside your head.
Even though he knows you’re hurting
He can’t do a thing
You really should have known this
When you saw his ring.
Even in the deep heat of summer
You’re out in the cold.
It isn’t like it never happened before
This story is old.
You must be understanding
Of his demons
You’re never going to see him
On the weekends.
You think of you and him as a couple
That can never be
He has lied to her, why not to you?
This is your reality.
Maybe you decided this is better than
Being all alone.
What you think is love for you is like
The Twilight Zone.
He has a life without you and you knew
There was no ‘us’ or ‘we’.
You’re always the villain, homewrecker;
Innocence is but a memory.
You tell yourself each time he leaves
That is it, no more.
Then change your mind by the time
He closes the door.
Regret for what you do to his life
Is not your problem.
Like me, she has to learn the punches
And learn to roll with them.
You must be understanding
Of his demons
You’re never going to see him
On the weekends.
He’s just what you found perfect
As long as he was in bed.
It turns out every time, the romance
It is all inside your head.
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 11:54 PM UTC
homewrecker,
you lived within every
callous and dimple,
invading my space
like dust between
my fingertips
your skin like wallpaper,
faded and worn,
pulled taunt along
these walls.
your thoughts
a constant thumping
of footsteps along
the floorboards
homewrecker,
from you i learnt
gunshots sound
a lot like a key
turning in a lock
it's because of you
i cannot look at
these walls, without
seeing the shadow
of a fist reflected
by the light
homewrecker,
the rooms are vacant,
the air stilled,
the hallways scream
and close in at night.
homewrecker,
i used to be an open house
but now because of you
i shut the doors
(i shut the doors)
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 8:21 AM UTC
Doo baa doo dweeb man without woman
and ye vee la lovisha woman without man
be like a tree w/o leaves, & flowers w/ no seed;
******* w/o hash; dat hash w/o ******
**** w/o crystal & drugs w/o tranquilin;
my favourites! - smack...! without brown sugar like sugar with no sweets;
showered on her yummy sweats.
swetean ********* aye plead!
gravity w/o **** be like her **** w/o dopping
bars w/o beers; night clubs w/o Hi-ladies;
hookah w/o "chillam"; & "madira" w/ no trekkies
like a cigarette w/o lighter, & dark jungle w/o lantern,
us men & you women be so incomplete w/o love like me - the Homewrecker w/ no affairs with love dieties.
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 8:48 PM UTC
I walked blindly into that night,
Or so I led you to believe.
No, I knew what I was doing, and how wrong it was.
I just thought
It could stay a secret,
Just a secret
And nothing more.
Of course I hoped for more,
But how much can one hope for?
How much can one hope for with signals so unclear?
I set my goals too high
And ventured to lows too low.
I knew what I was doing,
knowing it was wrong;
Even knowing how she would feel if she found out--
I knew it was wrong.
But that didn't stop me.
No, it takes an eighteen-wheeler going eighty,
Hitting me right in the face.
It isn't until then that I see.
It isn't until then that I see I'm a selfish *****
A homewrecker of sorts--
Undeserving of your love.
Leave me here,
Alone,
To bask in my desperation.
Though I'd give you my heart in a second,
Turn me down,
For I am more deserving of pestilence.
Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 11:54 AM UTC
not to make your mother's day worse
little red,
but after helping your close friend
who's been kicked out of her mother's house
on ******* mother's ******* day
enjoy the police coming to your door
while you're trying to beat a speech out of your brain for your english final tomorrow
and writing you into their police report.
enjoy more texts
from another woman who was like a mother to you
spitting out more hurtful things
for helping her hurting daughter out
thank her for sending the police to your house
thank her for the pending hay day
your own mother will have
with the police report,
thank her for making your mother's day
even more wonderful.
but most of all,
little red
remember to be careful
to never become a mother
mothers were born to leave
all mothers
are homewreckers.
happy
*******
mother's day
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 10:55 PM UTC
You kissed me and didn't want to,
You're now crying on the phone,
If you're gonna marry your girlfriend,
Then leave other girls alone.
I don't want to ruin relationships,
You were just my best friend,
But the first time your lips met mine,
I think that came to an end.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 4:16 PM UTC
every boyfriend is the one
untill otherwise proven
the good are never easy
the easy never good
and nothing ever turns out
how you think it really should
deception and perfection
are wonderful traits
one will breed love
the other hate
you'll find me in
the lonely hearts
under I'm after
a brand new start
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 2:03 AM UTC
(9-24-11 instrumental)
it takes 2 years to forget 6 years,
it takes 12 beers to forget your tears,
and it's those tears that flow so near,
this backyard that you hold so dear,
i held you here in better years,
i'd cheer you up, when i'd hear your fears,
the taste of beer and sky so clear
steer away now, it's in the rear,
view and that feels so cold,
i only see you through untagged photos,
youtubing high school talent shows,
or recitals, it's vital, that no one
actually knows, that i'm caught up
bought to get lost up,
another drink, another think,
i'm just a flawed ****
but i play it cool and act strong,
those other fools won't last long.
another sad song, i make it better,
got a new chick that's wetter cause
she aint afraid of that weather,
umbrellas discarded, in the bleachers,
teachers, gawking from the sidelines,
it's all fine, it's our time,
no need to dodge landmines...
call me minesweeper,
call me mindreader,
call me timekeeper,
call me justin bieber,
call me baby, baby baby,
call me jay-z, call me kanye,
call me all day, call me homewrecker,
call me and say i can do better,
call me about your sweater,
that's still at my place,
call me ghostface, call me action bronson,
call me hot one, call me ******* loser,
call me a waste of your time,
call me and say that this rhyme's, too simple,
call me jimmy kimmel, sarah silver-man.
i'm a better man, i'm business-man, i'm a gentle-man
i'm stan, writing this down in a crazy letter
no ink, self-mutilation and a feather,
better yet, i'm saying this outloud in the booth,
kick this rap game in the tooth with these red wing boots.
Apr 23, 2012
Apr 23, 2012 at 1:55 AM UTC
I don't take after my mother.
I am not sweet or selfless.
I am a bad person strung together entirely by
poor decisions and lack of judgement.
I don't take after my mother.
I am not a homewrecker.
I would not abandon my children nor
cheat on my husband.
I would not tell my suicidal daughter
to leave this world.
I have my mother's eyes, difference is
I have laugh lines.
I take after my father.
Addictive personality, but soft.
And also soft spoken.
Artistic. Alcoholic.
I have his nose and the same beauty mark above our lip.
I was born on a Sunday; it was raining.
My mom is like thunder and my dad is the rain.
I have no choice but to be the lightning.
Destruction's in my veins.
I don't take after my mother and I drink whiskey like my dad.
My family is a storm.
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 8:27 PM UTC
It's funny, isn't it?
To see the weird girl
walking alone
with the tears in her eyes.
To know that it was you
who ripped her at the seams
the words that hurt
and the eyes that cut.
It's all so humorous, right?
She doesn't mean anything
to you, and she won't ever
and that protects you.
Oh, but you're wrong
I know your faces
every insecure flicker
and this is your fall.
And may my wrath burn
like every syllable inflicted upon me
and, without further gusto,
I will rip you apart.
The sunset will hide my eyes
with your hands clawing at your throat
purple swimming in your vision
like the darkness coming in.
No one will know
and I will win forever
now, tell me
Isn't that funny?
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 1:02 PM UTC
"weird.
i can't sleep either.
i just wrote two poems
about how much i hate you
for leaving.
i was starting to think god doesn't listen
to people who ***** their entire family over
but maybe i was wrong.
sorry for being blunt,
but that's who i am
at four in the morning."
i can't believe
i just sent that text
it was kind of an accident
but not really
chew on that
homewrecker
(mother)
Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 4:16 AM UTC
It does not take your pain away,
It ***** the humanity out of you
Innocent, vulnerable as a baby
I have been looking for your soul for years,
Your eyes are filled with loneliness,
Nobody is there anymore
How can you save someone that is long gone?
Living in the past is the entrance to darkness
If you cease to be would you care?
Would you cry? Or would you finally find peace?
Close your eyes now, imagine the heavenly shelter that I have built for you,
and hear me whispering “ It is just a matter of time” .
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 10:20 AM UTC
She shot him a look of promise and passion.
That baby girls got something up her sleeve.
Pulsing with anticipation he sits like a
good man.
Politely, delicately slips off her leather jacket.
Position patient,
She
Doesn't have time for games.
Except,
The ones she plays of course.
She sits on his lap, works her magic touch.
Hold his hand to her lips, and as her tongue traces his fourth finger. What does she find but a
Ring shameless
Reaches behind him, kissing his neck.
Wallet in his back pocket.
Pulls out, to tease (he loves it) with bills in her full, glistening *******
Teasing him
Until, she finds the picture of his three kids.
She contemplates her job:
Pleasure Queen or Homewrecker
Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 10:28 PM UTC
oho!
look at you
NOW you want me
to come dance with you
act silly
sing along
to all our songs
impeccable timing...
really,
watson.
i finally shove past you
and all your overstuffed luggage
but you grab onto my shirttails
yank me back
right before
i land in someone else's lap
can't i
catch a break?
**** off,
homewrecker
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 12:02 AM UTC
i can't.
i want to say that i won't
but it wouldn't be true.
if i, instead, say i can't,
i can easily conjure up a choir of whys.
can't pull at you.
can't bust things up.
can't promise greener grass.
can't promise to stay or
that you won't regret
decisions made.
i want to.
so badly.
but i know with you
i am wont to want
so, i'll stay with can't.
i'll turn cold,
i'll steele, and i'll
remember the multitude of whys.
hurry home sad blue eyes;
before a storm brought on by
why not
whips you free and throws us
both
into unpredictable winds.
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 4:28 PM UTC
Why cant you just back off
You dont have a chance
Youre ripping us all apart
But youre not going to win
All youre doing is causing pain
You need to just move on
You need to just be gone
Goodbye, farewell
Youre no longer welcome at this table
You need to leave fast
Before theres two more lonely people
You never were a problem
Until you forgot how to count to two
Now youre not wanted here
Its just us, no more you
Why do you think its okay
To try and rip love apart
For your own lustfull needs
You have such a selfish heart
You need to leave
All you crave is lust
Youre addicted to the drug
You dont care at all
That we're actually in love.
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC
im just a crazy little girl who's in love with a boy who's in love with someone else. i'd make the last 9 months and 11 days go away if i could because this **** was disastrous. i'll be ******* honest i went into this thinking i was better than her and prettier than her and more beneficial to him than she was and i'm constantly getting knocked the **** out for having such malicious intentions. i went into this purposely wanting to be the good guy not because it was genuine. i wanted him to choose me over her. i wanted her to hurt about it. it's taken me 9 months and 11 days to realize i will never be able to live up to what she made him felt. i will never be able to give back what i took away from him. i will never make him as sad as she did but i will never make him as happy as she did either. but oh God i do love you and i am so ******* sorry.
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 2:56 AM UTC
I like old glass windows,
how they’ve blurred and frosted over
looking like the back of a used postage stamp
everything behind them a shadow.
I laid in a conservatory, a glasshouse,
after ruining your relationship.
The green things just barely hid me:
I wished I had been some place more antique
less inhabited, less cared for.
I wished I had not been seen.
Leaves danced out insults, all were true,
*** tourist, homewrecker, and everyone knew
because I became proud to have hurt her
when I had only meant to hurt you.
To run would have been preferable
although wine-colored flora may tango up my
ankles, spiral to the belly of my heels.
You know how my feet seemed ******
in the red Georgia clay?
Yet the arch remained clean, elevated by itself?
That is how I was,
ripe and daisyed in a surrounding brick.
I wished I had not been seen,
rather purchased a futon set that is not more
than a silhouette behind stained glass
and ended myself as well I as did you and her.
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 1:30 PM UTC
you have to understand
that death sexually identifies as the
homewrecker in every relationship
and when i was 15,
i did not know what i homewrecker was
but i knew how many veins
you could see on her hand
and how many times she blinked while looking at me
and the number of freckles on her thighs.
i knew that she looked like nothing death wanted
to sleep with.
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 11:16 PM UTC
No one thought that me and death could go together.
If you think that I'm okay, then you should know me better.
This ain't a suicide note; it's a love letter.
Satan is my goal, and I'ma go get her.
Fry me in your pan, girl, it would be my pleasure.
Spend eternity with you in that warm weather.
There's only one in the world who stands above Becker.
And that's you, baby girl. You my homewrecker.
Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 11:42 AM UTC
I wonder
If she asked about me
Or if you told her
If your guilty conscience finally got the best of you
Shook you until my name bled from your mouth
Maybe
You never even mentioned me
At all
Maybe you didn't have to
Maybe it was easy
Maybe you woke up one morning
And decided that what you already had
Was much better than what you were going after
Maybe you finally understood what I meant
When I said I wasn't worth it
I never wanted to come between
But you welcomed my interference with open arms
Promised me oasis in desert future
And I caved
Because I have always been weak
Because I have always had a soft spot for guys with tattoos and turbulence
Our plane crashed long before takeoff
And somehow
I am still awaiting closure
Spend time telling myself you still think of me
Convince myself I'm still in your head
You already did the forgetting
You managed to do so with such ease
So effortlessly
Maybe you erased my number
Swallowed my image
And then trained your mind to delete
Programmed me into your brain as nothing more than homewrecker
Remember it was you
Who invited me in
In the first place
Gave me the hammer
And told me to start breaking
I split myself into two for you
Emptied out parts I kept deep inside
Poured myself in your hands
Painted my skin transparent
Confided about the night I was taken without permission
You promised
To never hurt me
Like he did
But disappointment is a certain kind of ache
It does not go away overnight like you did
You should have told me to begin with that we,
Were just a game you were playing
While your real life recharged
I am sorry
That I ever held my tongue for you
There will be no remorse
I can not grieve over something that never was
Our existence
Ceased before it began
So I,
Am back to placing caution tape around my body
Back to glueing my lips quiet
I wonder
If you sleep easy at night knowing how you left me
Knowing that I am still questioning
I know
She didn't ask about me
She didn't have to.
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC
red sheets
knotted
the closet
half full
rusting
faucet
brunette
lulled
the children
spinning images
their father
consumed
wife
exhausted
homewrecker
perfumed
dishes stacked
high
lights flicker
on
sheets hung
dry
door
unlocked
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 5:39 PM UTC
You're ***** and I'm unpure.
You have no cure.
Innocence is what you will lure.
Trouble Is what You stir.
Nothing is what you were.
You probably think it's neat.
How you can so easily manipulate and deceit.
Your deceptions no one can perceive.
Why is it I who have to get it received.
The truth no one believed.
It's nothing that can be conceived.
You'll never keep my daughter.
You took away my father.
Go drown in the water.
You suffocated me.
You bstrd.
Who couldn't die any faster.
You're a troublemaker.
A lying faker.
A heartbreaker.
A homewrecker.
Your a c*nt.
You put on the front.
Your garbage and trash.
You spread like a rash.
You hoard and stash.
Your obsessive compulsive.
Two-Faced b**** .
You are a backstabber.
You gibber & gabber.
You wanted to **** Snow White.
Because she couldn't put up a fight.
You have no right.
That's why Ariel and I will take a flight.
You will never see the light.
You should never been seen in the day or night. You cause people unnecesary fright.
You've never been responsible for Ariel's care.
If California only knew the truth they'd be shocked and stare
But to care they wouldn't dare.
You're not welcome here.
I don't want you around me or anywhere near. You are who Ariel fears.
I'm the one who hold her dear.
To trouble is where you steer.
Nothing is what you hear.
You are crazy and lazy.
My memory is not hazy.
You know where you can go.
You're blind deaf and dumb.
With you Ariel will never have fun.
You fckd a child ****** ***
Just so he could get some.
You'll never see God's Kingdom.
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 9:12 PM UTC
Side piece
Homewrecker
Adulterer
The other woman
Permanent residence
In emotional purgatory
No home in commitment
His only sometimes
And sometimes never
But never always
Because his always
Belongs in the arms
Of someone else.
And I guess I'm satisfied
Being someone's someone else
Because he's not satisfied
With holding
Just one heart captive.
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 2:59 PM UTC