Nothing warms the broken heart quite like the fires of hatred.
"I love you," you called to my retreating back. I wondered if it was exquisite cruelty, or reassurance. Maybe it was a measure of relief for you, Since now, you never have to see me again. Either way, it was a javelin to my (already fragile) heart.
I like to write in the hazy, golden glow of my Edison bulbs. It makes me feel like a real artist. In reality, I'm just some middle aged white bitch with a threadbare blanket for a heart.
All poets experience it, that one mother fucker you can't stop writing about. Try as you might to fight it, that witch got under your skin, jacked themselves into your veins and became a god damned firestorm in your circulatory system. Here's to you, you little bastard. Thanks for all the material.
He is knocking at the aperture of my heart; I wonder if, like a cat, he really wants inside, Or to simply linger in the door way.
"Oh, thank you God!" I breathed with deep gratitude and reverence. There were two cigarettes left in the pack instead of one.
"We fit together... like puzzle pieces!" and so we did; I a piece of brooding sky and you the sunlit meadow, meeting at the kiss of the horizon. Somehow we fit - no matter if we were standing, laying, dancing, fucking, kissing... we just fit together. It just worked out that way. Once complete, however, a puzzle is broken apart and stored away... Now I'm lost, searching for the ground that meets my sky, connecting me to the larger picture in a sea of misaligned and ill fitting pieces.
Don't come to me for advice on how to be a better poet. Have the courage to live your life, then write honestly about it. (Also, learn the mechanics of writing. God damn.)
There is something unsettling about rehashing our past relationship - all its heartbreaks and mistakes - while you take a piss on a tree . I have a feeling the tree and I share similar sentiments.
I asked Jesus to take the pain away but he said he could only heal corruption. Love, no matter how much it hurts isn't corruption. So, I guess I gotta wait this shit out.