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POEM STARTER
'Farewell, my almost lover'
End your poem with this line, reflecting on lost love.
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**——— PRE ———**
Don’t break my heart again,
my anxiety did that centuries ago.
It’s not even healed yet.
Don’t break a heart that still grows.
**——— POST ———**
All you did was smile,
all you did was laugh.
And all you did was help
and fight on my behalf.
Anxiety had a competitor.
You broke my heart,
but all you did was stand there.
I wish I could’ve been smart.
I wish I was smarter,
yet I’m g...
The sky tasted of sunlight.
When you walked by my side,
My eyes saw scents, my worries were paperweight,
My skin heard the music of the world, opened wide
Like a treasure chest, bursting, brimming
With walks, talks, ice creams, sunsets, telling
A story of what we couldn’t become,
Unrequited love under a spiteful sun.
The sky cried in sunlight.
It opened its heavenly bowels,
Filling my clarity, in...
Tangled together like rope,
Your head resting on my arm and my fingers in your hair
Lying on the cold wooden deck.
I can still close my eyes and see you there.
The circles you rubbed on my wrist,
I can still feel your touch lingering on my skin.
And if I weren’t so damn proud
I think I could almost just give in.
No one could ever compare to you
There’s no chance that I could ever love another...
I wasn’t worth it.
You weren’t ready.
Though my hands itched to fidget,
Though your eyes fought to look down.
Perhaps it was because you were foreign,
Perhaps it was that I dreaded unfamiliarity.
You knew I wasn’t worth it,
I knew you weren’t ready.
We yearned, that we also knew.
We were painfully aware,
Of our sweating palms,
Our dilating pupils,
Our catch of contact,
Our observi...
I watch him walk towards me, hands in his pockets and a disappointed look on his face.
"There is something I have to tell you" he says. The words rolled off his tongue with little hesitation. I think in the back of my mind "Is this it? Is this really the end?" Before he can even open his mouth and say the words he practiced over and over in the bathroom mirror. I place my hand on his cheek, smile ...
In twilight's grasp, our last embrace,
Echoes of Taylor's song, our silent space.
With tears in our eyes, like the lyrics convey,
We knew it was time to go our separate way.
As your lips met mine for the final time,
I felt the ache, like in her rhyme.
In that bittersweet moment, I felt the pain,
Of our last kiss, like drops of rain.
So farewell, my almost lover, in echoes of her art,
I'll carry ...
What is there to say
About us?
Nothing,
Except for the days of shared earbuds and music and laughs
In all those mornings, or even in class,
Or the time we ran together through the rain,
You held my glasses in your sweater as I embraced the pain
Of being blind
Because I didn’t think that you’d ever leave me behind.
Or when you held me close and I wished you’d never let go
Every one of my feelin...
From our eyes interlocking across the classroom,
because I always thought you were the perfect distraction
to
our fingers intertwining with each other,
since your hands always seemed to be warm,
you really were like the sun.
From laughing with you because of a little mistake in our words
to
having a key to the same front door.
From hugs and kisses every day
to
ignoring each other’s texts
...
We lock eyes in class and both start to laugh
Because you were always a perfect distraction
Golden eyes staring at mine
But yours are so so much brighter
But yet you still smile into me.
You see the world as a boat
You get on and start to sail
But you forgot to invite me
You thought I did not care
But I do care
I see everything
We sit on playground swings talking as we fly
Higher and higher
S...
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