She Is Poetrying

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[sheispoetrying]

I come here in peace with a decade of love.

Cup overflowing, thank heavens above.

They loved and they laughed and they lied as boys do.

All my poking and joking led their hearts straight to you.

I’m thankful of course for what I was given,

what I had shared and what I had hidden.

They gifted me firsts of touches and heart,

little bright lights reaching out from the dark.

There were trials and bruises and crushing defeats,

kisses and secrets sewn into soft sheets.

I could choose to be bitter or hold onto hate,

in defensive denial of all that is fate.

But time is relentless and though I did fall,

there is nothing of love that I don’t love at all.

- to my exes’ wives

[sheispoetrying]

Unfortunately, it is like the movies. A city dressed in black. Ten years of hard fought distance just to be in this room celebrating love like a twisted knife. I can feel your stare, feel the warm air tighten between the corners we cling to. Our slow orbit, so precise in the dance of ignoring your hand on her waist. My stained glass stamped with lips. Red, everywhere. My fingertips. Your wandering eyes.

Unfortunately, you drink courage. Say hello to my wine filled heart. A dirty trick to rid the room, silence the murmur of a winding party. Just us alone in the crowd and this time, I cannot back away. Cannot hide the love of this game. The blush of your skin. A worthy opponent, holding my Ace in your pocket. I’ll play along, bluff as if you haven’t already won. As if I’m unaware you can see the cards in my reflection. How kind, how cruel, to again light up under the guise of this match.

Unfortunately, these empty hands must resume turning. All poems must end. And a muse is not as lovely when it is kept. Our homes will return to houses neither of us have lived. Mine with open windows to the cool night breeze. Yours with paint sealed shutters. I send a kiss to the moon, cry in crisp sheets. You wake up sweating, haunted by the curve of my mouth. We close our eyes. Gasp for air. This is just how it goes. This is just all we know.

- Unfortunate Union

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I once heard women of time confess to collecting promises as strung tears. Shining jewels from men adrift, hung upon moonlit necks and wrists. My bare skin was thought an exception, but Fate is patient.

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“So the pages flip back to darkened ink painted ruthlessly by tears. Old stains in peaks and valleys. What beautiful devastation, how I long for it’s sweet sting.”

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“So when you hear the words strung between each soft note.

I pray, remember me fondly and the love that we wrote.”

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“Something big is lost, surely. But another small, good love is left behind”

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“And I’m dying here thinking how prideful hearts can be.”

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“I drive to remember the night you let go. My heart hasn’t taken a breath since that moment but sometimes, in a quiet car, I can hear it trying.”

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“I would watch the corner of your lips raise at my voice. Oh, how I loved that trick.”

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“I wish you would have found the love of your life by now…”

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The worst part of a broken heart is you will not die of it.

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Am I ready to let you burn? Am I ready to rise from your ashes?

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A prize, a picture, watch me squirm under your calloused palms. I will hold my breath this time.

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“I wear my love freely, gently forged without cost. My pain bears no burden, my love never lost.”

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“For every sentiment of love seems much too shallow, and no words mercilessly dig at my chest the way your silence did.”

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“Tell me, why should I crave endlessly when a spoonful of sweet is more than enough?”

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