Yes/No, this is for you

Yes, I still find myself writing about you But do not mistake it for buried affection If I’ve learned anything from what I’ve written It was a mistake convincing myself I loved you I still have thoughts about you Because you’re a cautionary tale Of rushed decisions and low self-esteem A chapter worth of lessons …

Dear Cupid, You’re A Jerk: The Year Christmas Sucked

A few days before Christmas I was ready to say “I love you” and he said we should break-up. Guess who spent Christmas circa 2014 crying? Me! It sounds so sad and trust me it was so much more than that. An Easy Beginning I remember he told my friend he thought I was cute. …

Pieces of Peace: Letters I Never Sent

One: We’ve gotten closer; we exchanged books and playlists which were equivalent to sharing pieces of our souls. We shared secrets that we never told anyone else and it was the first time anyone would raise a fist to protect me. You gave me a book and I saw it as a way to tell …

To the Boy with the Blue Guitar

I placed you on a pedestal No, I made you a throne to sit on However my efforts were wasted I promise this is my last piece I promise this is the last time you will ever be mentioned in my poetry Because I am tired of revisiting old conversations Same old metaphors all referring to you. …

Fools

How can I still give you my fantasy When you’ve made a fool out of me Too many times to count Now I don’t want to talk to you Because I’m tired of running in circles Thinking I’m finally over you Only to fall in the same places Loveless and stuck in the shadows Shivering …

You Were Just An Idea

Dear the Idea I Made,   You’re not real, you never were. Okay you are real; you are human however I dehumanized you when I wrote you in way only a hopeless romantic can write. I’ve read somewhere that it’s treacherous to think of a person more than a person. It’s not flattering or that …

The Devil Cheated Me

I sold my soul years ago The devil said he’d give me what I want Now I’m walking lifeless Cheated by the devil Granting wishes for a price And now I’m living lifeless My common sense is kicking in I want to say it but every time I try My phantom heart wants to lie …

Rehab for My Heart

You’re a shot of vodka My lime for tequila You’re in my veins I’m drunk with the thought of you I don’t need an open bar All I need is you to get me going Sober in the mind but rehab for my heart My words are blurred Scratched and smudged I can’t think of …