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check out my poetry story on Wattpad https://www.wattpad.com/967335055-you-can%27t-break-up-with-a-soul-mate-a-love-story
I just started a Wattpad with a new batch of poems. I am sending out two poetry manuscripts, but while I wait for the rejections, I am creating a new book for your pleasure for free for fun.
https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/244434384-you-cant-break-up-with-a-soul-mate
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Wattpad
I just started a Wattpad with a new batch of poems. I am sending out two poetry manuscripts, but while I wait for the rejections, I am creating a new book for your pleasure for free for fun.
https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/244434384-you-cant-break-up-with-a-soul-mate
what is said and what is done
you can’t trust a stranger with your truth
you get fed up of speaking so much
and listening to so little. you can ask
a question and it turns into an accusation.
you can guess his name, but he changes
the letters on you. you can tell him
i love you
he’ll stare at you
as if you should not have said that
and when you turn your back
he’ll respond
i love you
years later, and you will wonder
does he even mean it
is he saying that to shut me up?
you can love him
so much the ache keeps you up at night.
you can stare at his photo all you want
but his sunglasses are always on
he won’t look you in the eye,
he won’t fight for you, he won’t
make you pick. he wants you
sitting tight, never asking
where he goes, or why he only
shows you what he wants
you to know. he is happy
not having all of you.
he only wants you for an hour
not eight.
don’t take it personal
he told you so
but he refuse to listen
when you should.
it’s fine now, after seven years
you finally realized
he has been telling you
the truth all along
you just didn’t pay attention.
making my lists before dawn
even if it looks as if I am living my life
I am always writing in my head
about the time my hydrangeas stopped blooming and turned green
that time I waited inside the Met looking at the Greek statues and you never showed up
going to the top of Tokyo and almost barfing
your manicured hands on my pre-teen skin
the apartment number I lost my virginity in
picking you up after a meeting and having a latte on Chabanel street
Crying in a bathroom with blood on my thighs
confessing to a tombstone
never going to church except for weddings and funerals
loving you more than you ever will
expecting too much from nothing
making lists of dog bones, tablecloths and mouthwash
and still you somehow squirmed yourself into my words again
without ever trying.
black coffee and philosophy
My black coffee is warm, the sun is peeking.
It said 7:02. I don’t understand
how phones can answer most of my questions
except the philosophical ones of how you can
be one person with two eyes
and another with an eye in the middle. It seems
most men are like this, it’s not a surprise.
I learned it from young, but the hope keeps
rising like your hardness. I wished I never
saw you now. I wished I never knew you now.
I thought you were someone else, excuse me.
I thought you spoke my language, you never
did. You researched me, googled me, and
made my name too large in print. It’s just a
name. I’m no one special. You’re the radiohead
song.
I think I see you everywhere, but
the truth is, all these thoughts are pointless.
My coffee is still warm and my libido
is still alive. I’m baking lemon cakes
now, I’m wearing no underwear.
I’m mentally ill now, I’m going crazy.
Aren’t you happy for me? I may even
try to kill myself for you. Wouldn’t
you love to have a trophy of all
of us? Lined up and direct
in reality
telling you how we are all so crazy,
so nuts–
to for have fallen for you.
don’t bother
to call me, I blocked your number,
don’t bother to search for me, I left your city,
don’t bother to want me, move onto the one from Ottawa,
she’s closer to home. Don’t bother to create new blogs
to scare me, it only makes me think you’re insane.
Don’t bother to come here, my city is dead.
Don’t bother to pretend, I see through your
disguise. Don’t bother to text me, I delete
and forget. Don’t bother to read me, it’s old
trauma news. you need a new fix, a new
supply and I’m so cold now. it’s like i’m
dead, i’m not even breathing. you knew
me once, don’t bother to bring up the past,
i’ve dug a whole in the train tracks.
isn’t it better this way? i can read books
i can leave my phone under a car seat
i can stop caring, looking, being your drug
you so easily replace me, from the one one before,
after, and now. it’s the present. you better
make your move, message her, tell her
all the lies, trap her, entice her, do
your dirty deeds, it’s the only way. i can’t wait
to be forgotten. please forget me.
don’t bother to find me. i’m in a new life.
poetry
in the room
sometimes all i want to do is
be in a room with you
with a lock and no key
just us
a piece of you meant only for me
a moment where no one can
see how the light does not come kn
how the darkness tells us
what to not do
we know how to break the rules
how to be bad and good
at the same time
room 616
room 239
room 109
room without me
room without you
it’s a poem
I love how you
touched me.
before, after
and during
