Three years ago, my boyfriend of 4.5 months broke up with me. And so it was a process of untangling our lives and letting go.
After a couple of weeks of not talking to him and crying a lot, the crying stopped and I slipped back into talking, texting with him.
A lot.
just writing your name
I start to cry
alone
in the restaurant
this joyful
beautiful man
plucked from my life
quickly
effortlessly
the bandaid ripped off.
I want to love him more
I want to save him from himself
I want us to be free birds together
the bandaid is ripped off
and the sting
remains
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when I met you
sitting ackwardly
on the grass
chasing the sunshine
remember that day in the park
where we first kissed
warm
under the blanket
and we both went home alone
remember that day in the park
hobbling with cane
black eye
street meat and kisses for dinner
remember that day in the park
where you left me
us both yelling and crying
peeling apart our tangled lives
feel the softness
feel the love we once had
feel the stabbing pain in my heart
feel.
breathe out
take three sips of tea
let yourself go
breathe out
peace
washes over your body
healing the little bits of pain
breathe out
take three sips of tea
let yourself go
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breathe
feel your body
back against the chair
feet on the floor
breathe
anger
courses through my veins
sadness
overcomes my body
breathe.
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Where is it?
Where am I?
And when
can I take
a nap??
When I dream
I find the real mountain
hidden
in a cave.
I climb
ascending to new heights
I climb
finding freedom
I climb
and there is love
on the real mountain.
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Is different
than love on the sand.
The leftover heat from the day
radiates up into our bodies.
The edges are sharp.
On the sand,
softness,
and sand grain souvenirs,
find their way into every corner and crevice.
Love on the rocks.
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At 27
Is different
Than at 22.
Less furiousness,
Wildness
Fewer plane tickets purchased.
Late nights, walks in the evening.
Picnics, bike rides and beauty.
Happiness.
Falling in love at 27,
Is different.
Even as I step away from the possibility of romance
Turning away from the manipulations
Step out
Drawing my strength forward
Step out
And I can still feel desperate
Still need
Still cling
And I can cling to hope
for a simpler life
And consider falling in love with the man with the British accent on the subway
And cling to hope
to someday date a grown up who is inspired by the beauty of simple living
And choose not to date the tennis photographer
who reminds me of Pierre
And I can still cling
to hope.
