Tortured Artists Yield Loss Over Remembrance: Bargaining

April 20th, 2024

Why kiss, marry, or kill
When I could do all three
Something about you
Brought out a toxic side in me
I miss fighting with you
And telling you I hate you
Trying to convince myself
That I wouldn’t want to date you
Maybe I should’ve said no that night
I shouldn’t have left my home
Because now you’ve got this poem
And all I got was left alone
Maybe I started this pattern
I constantly pushed you away
One morning you mumbled “bye, love you” in your sleep
And I bolted the other way
You looked so offended
When I told you I didn’t trust you
You told me I was one of the few people
You knew wouldn’t fall through
After already spending five nights in a row with you 
You said you wished you didn’t have your son that night
So you could spend it with me again
But we still spent all evening playing Fortnite
I tried to end things the next time I came home from your place
I realized things were getting too serious
But if I ever thought you’d drop your walls for me
Then I knew I’d be delirious
I told you time with you
Was just too confusing
You always begged to see me
I guess you just wanted to use me
You said we both knew
What this was from the start
I reminded you what I said
I can’t gamble with my heart
As I’m hoping that you miss me
I’m filling my notebook with question marks
Waiting for months because it’s happened before
Yearning for your redemption arc
While I’m pleading that you’re not gone
Longing a ghost but for what reason
Wondering if I could have done something different
But you were only meant for a season
When all I want to do
Is message you about the mundane parts of my day
Wondering what you’d think
Wondering what you’d say
I guess you didn’t need me
And I guess I’ve been caught up
Hoping it was all a misunderstanding
When you treated me like I wasn’t enough
I need to forgive you
Because I knew who you were
And I need to forgive myself
Because I tried to defer
I never told you that I loved you
But I think that you knew
Still holding onto hope
That maybe you felt it too

Note: This is part three of my pentalogy, which I’m posting in reverse order. The parts can be read independently, in sequence, or backward. While the date states I wrote this on April 20th, 2024, the poetry spans from pieces I began and left unfinished over the past two years. April 20th is the day the idea for this story first came to me, and I pulled all of my writing together. I spent about four months working on finishing this, so I’m excited to be sharing it!

Tortured Artists Yield Loss Over Remembrance (The Pentalogy)

Part 1: Denial
Part 2: Anger
Part 3: Bargaining
Part 4: Depression
Part 5: Acceptance

Til Death Do Us Part

March 23rd, 2024

Every once in a while in my mind
I catch myself reminiscing
A love I know I’ll never forget
But there was always something missing
Thinking about it is surreal
My twenties feel like a different life
Spent with my high school sweetheart
A time I found myself as a wife
For years fighting the truth
Like a scene on a stage
The ideas lingered in my mind
But they never left my page
After a while of denial
I could no longer fight
“You can go fuck yourself”
He said to me with spite
Not wanting to admit
There was no love left
Playing the victim
But never confessed
He was the one who broke me
I grieved for a year before leaving
And I took the title of the bad guy
Because it seemed to be believing
I was never a suspect
Now here I am under arrest
Feeling like I got hit by a car
And he acted under duress
I know he didn’t love me anymore
Or at least not like he did before
Picking everything over me
What’d he do that for
I gave all that I could
And he took me for a joke
I didn’t know what else to do
With this heart of mine he broke
I needed to depart
He put me through turmoil
There was nothing left to do
Once he let my love spoil
Now I find him in little crevices
I didn’t know exist
He left his mark on me
In more ways than I can list
But I washed my hands of this
Until my knuckles cracked and bled
We said “til death do us part”
And Karissa Urban is dead

Dating Chronicles

December 18th, 2023

I think about the past more than now and then
Too many nights drowning my pain in the arms of other men
Supplements are not supplementing what’s not there
So I’m buckling at my knees and proceeding nowhere
I’ve always ended things before someone else got the chance
I guess this is my circumstance
When they don’t value me in my presence
They can mourn me in my absence
When I said I don’t want this who was I trying to fool
I only said that because I’m running out of fuel
Potential won’t keep me warm at night
And at the end of the day it’s fight or flight
I’ve spent too long running from my emotions
I say that I’m ready but I lack the devotion
I wasn’t what they wanted and I’m not surprised
But I’m worth more than just a consolation prize