"romcom" poems
If I was a character in a romantic comedy, I would probably either be that random hot dog vendor on the side of the street or the best friend that sort of dies off after the first 6 minutes. The girl who has a pretty face but has absolutely zero relevance to the movie. Maybe a witty line here or there but that's it. My problems are so minimal. To others. My crushes are relentless, my sorrows are pathetic, and my all together appearance is lame. I'm the character that drinks white wine in champaign glasses at the bar but cries her self to sleep when the cameras aren't watching. I'm the character that ruins white wedding dresses with finger foods but wonders when it'll be her time to be the starring role in life. I'm the character who is passionately in the love with the bag boy but nobody cares enough to notice, not even him.
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 9:43 PM UTC
Am I a good guy?
Am I the good guy?
Am I a main character not quite out of the first chapter?
These struggles I go through
Do people root for me?
Will I do something with this life of mine?
If a person was to suddenly know everything about me
Without getting to know me
Would that be the only unbiased opinion?
And what would they think?
Would they back peddle in disgust?
Would they want to get to know me?
Would I give my life for another?
Will I even be remembered?
Does she know how much I love her?
I tell her
But can I even translate the immensity of it
Into words?
What will I be?
Who will I be?
What kind of movie is my life?
A romcom?
A drama?
Action/adventure?
Dramedy?
Or perhaps
Since I'm asking all these questions
With no clear answer
A mystery
Is this one the last one?
Is this the one I will spend my life with?
Who will read these thoughts?
And who will appreciate them?
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 10:10 AM UTC
They love we shared never the same
Once it ended no going back
A closed chapter a failed out come
Start over thinking back
not going that way point of no return
Trying to understand lust
lots of broken trust no time to heal
Meant the world now it's no longer there
Find a place not just another face
Start again find yourself not in another
Hearts heal become emotionally invested
Learn to live and love again it's your life don't let it end
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 4:07 AM UTC
I think I love you
More in my mind
Than I do
In real life .
The way you smile,
I don't know why,
But I romanticize you.
In my mind your perfectly mine.
I have a story,
A perfect script for you to follow.
Like a romcom I wrote
But that's not real.
I not a realistic person.
I want perfection.
Your not perfect.
Neither am i.
Nov 5, 2024
Nov 5, 2024 at 2:13 PM UTC
I always loved the rain.
It was dramatic.
It could give you relief on a hot day,
Or flood entire cities.
I'm listening to the rain outside now
And I remember-
How I used to compare my tears to the rain
Alone in my room
So no one could hear
It was a beautiful thing
That I blamed my sadness on
Instead of accepting depression.
I'm listening to the rain outside now
And all I can think-
Is how much I want to kiss you in it-
Like some cheesy romcom.
How nice it is to be held by someone,
Someone who loves you.
I've beaten depression for a while now,
And I have been appreciative of the rain.
But you,
You make me want to go dance in it.
Jump in some puddles.
Because I am very happy
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 1:02 AM UTC
Silent screams, sleepless nights...
.... take both of those literally.
I scream but there is no sound- thank god
or all the neighbors would know
that living without you is my own
personal hell.
Yeah, it sounds like a bad RomCom,
but it's real... it's all real.
I scream... I SCREAM
because I can't take it anymore
And the fact that I'm drunk
plays no role...
except that I have the dumb courage
to write this down.
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 8:30 PM UTC
She used my name when she spoke to me. Like we would be in the middle of talking about the weather and she would deliberately finish a sentence about the impending rainstorm with my name and all of a sudden this innocent conversation reached a level of intimacy I had only experienced in bed with another person.
It was exhilarating, feeling your name in the mouth of someone like that.
With just the way she forms your name with her lips she could make you want to hold hands and waste away Friday nights in the most cliché romcom way. Every moment was full, every moment was exciting, and every ******* moment was completely and fatally exhausting.
-bcg (excerpt from the book I’ll never write)
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 4:26 AM UTC
i
think
myself
sick,
sometimes.
there are these old memories i have of us;
i swear they're more heartwarming
than any romcom film.
on wednesday you kissed my forehead and
it made me feel wanted, at least for a few seconds.
i want to know why you can cheat on her with me
but you can't leave her for me.
you told me i was enough
yet here i am scrambling to find anything
that can mask the pieces that are missing from me.
i want to be whole for you.
is she whole?
does she know you're not holy?
holy ****
i want to make you whole.
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 2:17 AM UTC
we cant be.
we cant be
because i cant be
its just me
dont u know that every time we're together i get nervous
because....
because.
you see i can never really articulate what i feel about you
i feel like what we have isnt real
i can never be my real self when im with you
i guess its cuz i never feel enough
we will not be the greatest story
or that sappy romcom telenovela with better looking actors playing our lives
but we will be a great lesson
to those who have felt like they werent enough for that certain someone
because they've been rejected a couple of times
hold your chin up.
its hard i know
to feel like you will never be enough
im still trying myself
the climb is hard and im gonna fall a couple of times
but its okay
i let you ruin me
i let your words that stung my heart coarse through the veins of my body and ruin every part of my being
im a mess now
and whos the bigger blame?
is it you
or is it me
doesnt really matter because
we cant be.
we cant be
because i cant be
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 5:41 AM UTC
It was like high school
The three friends who anxiously watched
The dates as they went down
Did they like each other?
Was there any awkwardness?
How about a first kiss?
Savannah set them up
Jenna and Anna conspired
Watching the developments
As if they were voting returns
Yes, Libby and Sayan matched
Cheered on by their fans
The proposal was a topper
For he handed her a Dunkin’ Donuts bag
At the end of the New York Marathon
In which he ran (fit dude!)
And hurriedly got down on one knee
When she became suspicious
As to why Jenna was hiding in the bushes with a camera
This is is a romcom in real life
Aug 18, 2022
Aug 18, 2022 at 10:20 PM UTC
is letting go
is moving on
is a cliche romcom plot line
means giving up
means running away
means losing us
is all those things
is leaving my everything
is accepting nothing
is what I need
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC
*it was so long ago
I was not much more than a boy.
I noticed her in the office
blonde classy and oh so ****
in those days I got romantically excited
if a breeze passed by my chinos.
I asked her for a date
to go to the movies she accepted.
then she took me home
to meet her mother the dragon.
her father was dead.
she was possessive of her daughter
and hated me from first glance.
the feelings were mutual.
finally she went out for the evening.
and I was alone with her beautiful daughter.
I got what I wanted and had ***
it was not making love
I did not understand the difference back then.
I lost interest after that
the chase was more exciting than the act.
six weeks later she told me she was pregnant.
back then the only option was marraige.
I got drunk at the wedding
it felt more like a funeral to me.
we had to live with her mother
we had no money.
and her hate for me festered daily.
my new wife would not have ***
with her mother asleep in the next room.
we drifted from each other further each day.
I started going to the pub nightly.
coming home drunk and noisy.
the arguments were loud
and finally her mother threw me out.
my mother would not let me back home.
her down to earth Lancashire upbringing.
you made your own bed lad
now go and lie in it.
I saw my wife in town
we sat in the square and talked.
I thought how beautiful she was
and what a swine I was.
she wanted me back
she said she had always loved me.
I told her I would live in garden shed
before I would go back to her mother's.
we looked around for somewhere to live.
and found a tiny flat more of a rathole really.
but she fixed it up with second hand furniture.
and cans of paint.
we slept in our home for the first time.
we made love not ***
I knew the difference now.
by the time the baby came
we were friends
I think I loved her then.
it took two more years for me
to know I loved her.
we spent the last twenty five years
together and she is my friend
my lover and my companion.
we raised a family together.
and became grandparents together.
so I did not get a romcom movie
love affair.
but somehow against all odds.
we found a kind of loving.*
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 3:27 AM UTC
light
<>
~yes, for you~
you never knew that you have burdened me,
informing an old fool that,
you meditating in the morning, after waking up
to a poem in your inbox from a person you’ve
never met, but whom you thank with a kindness
that wets my face, trembling with thankful shivering
from the places
left in me that
crave giving thanks
one day I will come unannounced with tapes
of a hundred romcom movies that have caused
my heart to erupt and always will, for thank god
my old curmudgeon heart is still weak enough
to cry in private
at old movies in
a youthful man~boy way,
now grizzled gray
that yet needs
nay, requires, reminders
that giving thanks
is a variant of giving
love in its very
own way
a craving that satisfies
in its own way
that giving is
gifting love
to yourself
as well
Dec 30, 2023
Dec 30, 2023 at 9:07 AM UTC
There you were, standing amongst a sea of people. I could swear this was a scene from a cliche romcom, where the main characters meet for the first time and just, knew.
My head kept replaying the same words. “So this is why it all had to happen”. On
and on and on, like a broken record.
And then our eyes locked; we both felt it.
How surreal and whimsical, but we felt it.
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 2:46 PM UTC
*I know we are not in love
not like poetically
or Romcom movie love.
but you come over
and sleep inside me
night after night.
and the loneliness
is locked outside
in the cold night.
We are not in love.
But you are my
most precious
and beautiful
bad habit..*
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 5:06 AM UTC
Seattle eyes,
Longing, searching,
Filling and flowing,
To be earthed,
With arms open
In a puddle
Phoenix lips,
Pursed, bitten,
Scabbed at the corners
Red in the center
Waving cautiously
To Seattle draught
New York fingers,
Fidgeting, picking,
Anxiously waiting
For the electricity
Of a subway stare,
"Get the **** over here".
Jul 9, 2021
Jul 9, 2021 at 2:41 AM UTC
Doctors Orders: Take two of these and text me in morning...
be thankful (after all something is better than nothing, right?)
better yet
satiate and salivate (side effects of the drug, but at least it shows you care)
fill my monthly prescription... (my god, the synthetic fantasies she provides)
the tantalizing **** tease of what could have been
with
promises of a RomCom script I'll never read
replicate dosage until hackneyed (then be sure to beg for more)
your body on a fishhook
your heart in a bear trap
always taken in conjunction with
a "healthy" dose
of
**your true intentions
pixelated in darkness**
cdh
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 10:53 PM UTC