#breakup poetry

Tell me that you love me, even if it’s a lie

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.

“When did your voice stop sounding like home.”

@lovergirlpoems

I hold onto your memory like scrapped paper and broken rubber-bands// You never know//I might find a use for them again

-Junk Drawer Heart-

I hate the way my mouth tastes after hanging up the phone, eyes and chest heavy, concaving like styrofoam. My thoughts boil rapidly; clumsy lines, blurred vibes, inability to process the emotion behind your reverberating sighs. These bubbles press against my temple as my abdomen begins to tremble-deep lines cutting into my expression, taking form with artistic repression.

Every unfiltered word splinters in a thousand directions, your adoration for my quirks measured loosely by your conditional affection. One day I’m bold and the next I’m aggressive; I don’t know how to be feminine, yet also progressive. You ache for my voice and then speak over me like rain;

I’m trapped in your water, numbed by the pain.

I’ve been burning up for you so fiercely I’ve manifested a fever. My stomach turns like carnival rides and this month I’ve swallowed so much pride it feels like sandpaper sledding down my throat. The only thing more deafening than this silence is the heartbeat in my ears. I’ve scribbled so many messages and sent them with nothing to lose. Please, what can I do? What can I do to get you to stay, or stop myself from loving you?

“I touch him to feel you

Nothing haunts me like your lips do.”

-August

@lovergirlpoems

The last time I saw you

I traced your bones

I needed to know

How close I was

To home

-World Traveler

I feel everything

But mostly I feel

3am

The morning threatening

To peek around the blind

I search for your hand

Amongst the frozen sheets

You are not there

You are never there

And yet

At 3am

My heart still believes

I woke up this morning

Missing you

Fiercely

Or rather

I woke up this morning

Missing the man

You promised to be

-I Like You Better While I’m Sleeping

@lovergirlpoems

that girl has me wrapped around her finger and she doesn’t even know it. she’s the type of girl i’d hop on a plane for at the drop of a dime just to be in the same room as her — and i’m terrified of flying.