- Say you lost your pass.
- Say your data plan sucks.
- Say your place is in “hard lockdown.”
She’ll soon figure out you’re a nonessential.
Someday you’ll realize who pours the coffee when you yawn;
Or who always has a dry sleeve for you to cry on.
Who opens the door when you need a place to crash in;
Who cheers the loudest when you stand up to sing.
In time you will know this poem was for you;
And also this shirt, because I know you love blue.
But until them I am in this precarious state
I hold my heart by a string, awaiting its fate.
I deserve more than your kindness, but kindness will suffice.
When you do figure out where I stand, please be nice.
I am a wound ball of string, but with your slightest touch,
I fall and unravel.
A single slip and I am back to untangling
the mess that you make of my heart.
This poem was inspired by a story I recently followed on Youtube about how the Ariana Grande’s song, Thank You, Next got made. I thought that maybe good breakups are possible, and that while a relationship may not have worked out, it doesn’t necessarily make the couple regret being in it.
So, without further ado, here it is! I hope you guys enjoy!
Thank You, Next
for showing me
how much I could love
I’m so grateful because you
stretched my patience
Otherwise, I would never had known that I had it
in me to go beyond myself.
Now, we’ve both grown out of our
spaces and it’s time to move on.
And while ours was not the one that
made it, I am looking forward to
loving once again.
And it’s all because of you.
So again, thank you.
Me? I’m fine. Really.
But if there’s a karma god out there
watching over broken pets,
you better know what to say.
You broke our cat.
Every day, she walks around the house in a daze.
In want of an explanation
of why she’s no longer getting those
ear rubs, the kind that makes her purr.
Of why she’s no longer seeing two pairs
of legs under the dinner table.
Of why her sleep isn’t interrupted
by your stubby face buried on her belly.
She peers into my eyes with her head slightly tilted
waiting for an answer that I don’t have.
Maybe it’s time you tell her
what happened to us.
It would’ve helped if I knew from the get-go
that I wasn’t the one you saw yourself with down the line.
You were the only plan I have…I had.
I’ve swam deeper waters than this,
I’ve always found the shore.
I’ve tunneled out of darker holes,
healed from deeper cuts before;
climbed myself out of steeper cliffs,
skin to bone, my muscles sore.
Now my heart’s been badly broken,
thrown to fester in a moor,
I draw the strength of all my past
to find an open door.
I’ve worn and weathered many hurts
I’ll live through many more.
Do not dwell on your despair, my heart
Let not the scars
of battles lost
impede you from beating.
Let not the nightmares
that haunt your sleep
stop you from dreaming.
Let not the cuts
of promises broken
obstruct you from hoping.
One day, my heart,
you will find the one
worthy of your collection of
scars and dreams and cuts.
And while this seems farthest from what’s true
One day, you will feel like new.