#breakup poem
Our dream had ended before I could wake up.
I hate loving you.
When did I become the villain?
What is the point of loving when it always ends like this?
I wish I could forget about you.
I don’t think I’ll ever be enough for you.
Love will never end well for me.
Tell me how to move on.
I know I deserve better than this, but does better even exist?
In your eyes, I only see lies.
They always say that I’ll find someone new, someone better.
But I don’t want someone else.
I want you.
I think of the women.
The women I’ve touched. The women who’ve touched me. The women whose bodies are now so far from mine. The bodies I grasped, pulled inward, knew intimately. The bodies I drew warmth from.
I remember these bodies vividly. I see flashes of their hips, their thighs, their belly buttons. It all happens at once. All of it.
It’s us - when we wereus.
It seems so drastic, to shift from exchanging breath to exchanging glances. When did we stop breathing into each other?
I knew that the marks I left on your skin wouldn’t last. But I can’t help but see you without clothing or inhibition. Maybe that’s why you avoid me. Because your skin still stretches too thin.
Because I still seeyou.
You live, you laugh,
You hope, you try.
You do your best,
And then you die.
If you live your life,
then props to you.
But i can’t do the things normal people do.
What do normal people do?
Original poetry by RumourTalks
Ripped at the seams when you first met me, you were convinced your kisses could stitch this scarred skin together. But it only burnt me to be loved with warmth. A shell of a soul, a glass half empty heart. I do not take love easily, and I never accept it fully. So when you held me together as I broke, the blood from the aftermath sunk our ship. I jumped from the sails and couldn’t let you guide me any longer. I was a storm brewing, and sea salt tears interrupted our kisses too often. I could not be the shattered piece that cut you, could not be the one to show you what lives behind stone cold walls. God, you only ever loved me with the sun, only ever touched with rose petal fingers. But I could not be the one to taint the blue sky locked in your eyes. A mind full of dark clouds only brings rain, my love.
I swam with the Loch Ness
who revealed cryptic secrets of the sea
Your sea,
the nefarious deep blue
you kept hidden from me.
-myths
