Tortured Artists Yield Loss Over Remembrance: Depression

April 20th, 2024

Since I met you in twenty twenty-two
This is the first summer I won’t know you
Like August you were never mine
So how do I make it through
I’m missing you
But you’re not alone
You cut me deep
Down to my bone
I loved you
You let me go
You moved on
I don’t want to know
I gave you a stop sign
And you flew right through
Now here I am again
Trying to get over you
I know you don’t miss me
It meant nothing when you kissed me
But you left your prints all over me
And even forensic scientists can see
The irony of foreshadowing the first time we argued
Two years ago crying through the pain
Listening to “If I Don’t Laugh, I’ll Cry” by Frawley
That was two full years of us down the drain
I felt you pull away
You had one foot in the door
And the other one was always out
Now you aren’t here anymore
You sought out somebody broken
To use for your convenience
This isn’t what I anticipated
You got off with lenience
When Netflix is recommending a show that is ours
That I never finished but I can’t restart
Because you’ll always remind me of Jake Peralta
And I can’t do that with my broken heart
When my predictive text
Keeps suggesting your name
When I spoke my feelings
You said you didn’t feel the same
And I can’t resist you
But I know you don’t miss me
The way you walked away
Like it was so easy
You were the only person
I never felt lonely with
But now it feels illicit
Like you didn’t exist
I have no proof either
We have no photos and I have nothing from you
Unless you count the video of Dayseeker live
That I only have because I asked you to
I miss you so much
My heart can’t take it
Because I gave you the ability
And I let you break it
I tried so hard
But you wouldn’t let me let you go
And now I am still stuck
Mourning time that was borrowed
I fell the hardest on that evening
You wouldn’t let my eyes part from yours
And no matter how hard I try
I can’t seem to close all the doors
Things were so good
Before you said you needed me
Before the memories I can’t shake off
But it was nothing but a fantasy
How do I get over you
Your name is everywhere that I look
Spotify’s number one artist
Or the author of a book
So many Taylor Swift lyrics I could quote
So many words that I hold true
But I think Owl City said it best
I was so in love with you” 
I know it’s going to kill me if you ever get engaged
Because with me you never knew how to stay
I wonder if anyone else also sees you
As the one who got away
Wondering who you’ve loved the most
These thoughts I can’t construe
Was it Laura or Ella or Alicia or Alanis
Because I was never enough for you
Did I write the perfect poem
But with the wrong rhymes
Another one slipped through my fingers
Only captured by lines

Note: This is part four 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, and I’m excited to finally share it!

Tortured Artists Yield Loss Over Remembrance (The Pentalogy)

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

My Barricade

March 16th, 2024

Sitting in a coffee shop
I’m going through life’s trials
Forcing myself to write something
After running 6.2 miles
My life is a series
Of events and activities
Then working all week
And trying to maintain productivity
Two years on my own
I’ve been going through the motions
And even before that
I started bottling my emotions
I’ve been working so hard
I need to prove it to myself
I can find happiness
Without needing someone else
I don’t think anyone understands
Why I feel so lonely
Because I surround myself with people
But none of them know me
I don’t know how to drop my walls
I think I lack the wisdom
And until I start letting people in
I need to be my own support system

Don’t Come Back

January 18th, 2024

I thought I was done writing about you
But I have so much left to say
The first time you disappeared
I put my feelings on layaway
Then when you came back
I turned my read receipts on
Just so you could see
When I wouldn’t respond
Throwing boundaries out the window
Like where did they go
You said you didn’t want a relationship
So why didn’t I say no
Trying to not fall
Every time you’d say hello
But you wouldn’t let me in
And you wouldn’t let me go
I thought I could end things
I tried to walk away
You told me you were lonely
Messaged me every day
Until Thanksgiving when I caved
Now you say we shouldn’t see each other anymore
Trying to take control of the situation
Like that wasn’t what I said before
We went back and forth
A tug of war for power
We were on and off
Until things turned sour 
I wish that I had known back then
When I picked you up from Hot Mulligan
There’d only be four more times
That I would see you again
If you ever try to reach out
You can see the last text I sent you
I made a clear expectation
Of things you wouldn’t do
I don’t want to talk to you anymore
But you have my keyboard and mouse
At least I know that you have
A reminder of me in your house
I’m rereading our conversations
I thought you were my person
I’m grieving your absence
You’ve lost me for certain
I’m broken into pieces
Compassion is what you lack
And like Tate McRae said
I hope you don’t come back