February 17th, 2024
I need to write this
Anything pen to paper
But this is pencil
Month: March 2024
Thirty-One
January 25th, 2024
I know I promised myself
I wouldn’t write about you anymore
But today is your birthday
And I haven’t locked the door
I looked at your Hinge profile
You’re another year older
I don’t know why I can’t move on
When this is irreparably over
It’s been just over a year since I saw you last
You were twenty-nine and now you’re thirty-one
You probably feel like you dodged a bullet
While I’m feeling like you shot me with one
My heart hurts for that version of me
Who got that cruel message from you
But I dyed my hair purple while faking my smile
And I still wished you a happy thirtieth too
I’ve never written a poem longer than six pages
But with you I couldn’t stop
So when you opened that fifteen page poem
I wonder what you thought
Maybe it will be your Roman Empire
And maybe one day you’ll find your redemption arc
But no future apology from you
Will ever relight our spark
Don’t Come Back (Part 2)
January 22nd, 2024
You might be a vegan
But you caught me like a fish in a hook
I’m begging you to release me
I don’t belong on a shelf like a book
You have more compassion for animals
You try to oversimplify
By telling me you don’t know what you want
But you still won’t say goodbye
I told you that was all I needed
I couldn’t have you disappear again
Then I don’t hear from you
Going against calling me a friend
There’s no basic respect
You want what you want
You say you don’t know what that is
But you know what it’s not
There’s a lump in my throat
I don’t know what to do with
I say that I don’t cry
But I need to release this
I let one tear go
But there’s so much more
I’ve bottled up everything
To not be who I was before
And I lay myself down
In all my broken pieces
I’m trying to convince myself
That I really don’t need this
Because I loved you as a person
I don’t know if I felt more
But what do I do with this love
You don’t want anymore
I pretend that I don’t care
But you know that’s a lie
How can I let this go
When you couldn’t say bye
So I will use my words
To strike this match
And burn our bridge
You can’t have me back
Doll Poetry 