Category: break-ups

Perfervid

I don’t control impulses that recall

you crisply vivid in past moments

anymore than I can control the breeze

that teases my skin like ghostly kisses

 

And how many unexpected times must

thoughts of you end up making me

feel so alone in darkness and small?

 

Doesn’t the all these scars I now carry

seem more like your loves signature

for each time you did me wrong?

 

Some loves are too costly to be dared again

So- if your true nature is to hurt and break;

why do you pretend- to love anything?

 

Still- you leave me standing with water

and memories rushing through…my fingers

 

Poet of the Light ©2019

Frictional

Sometimes the sun can get too close- and

I guess you could say the same of the moon

Especially when the wind blows- on my skin

I feel your night fire consuming me, within

 

Each step further apart, burned even deeper

Until even my shadows were flames that flickered

And I was merely ashes of your destructiveness

Left- to be scatter in the whorls of wind; diamond dust

 

Oh, what I wouldn’t give for a little bit of rain

Oh, the thousands of those miss-stepping days

Still as fresh as when we first went our separate ways

and they still burn- as if they only happened…yesterday

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

Seuil



I stood there looking foolish


to maybe, only- me


while the rest of the world


went about playing the living


As you walked away in my silence


my heart was breaking inside


until the deafening sound


tore my soul- inside out


 


Beneath the sun and stars


snowflakes and the drizzling rain


we laid, engulfed in each others arms


All those dreams we spoke about


became dark thunders clouds


in all my tomorrow days


And I will barely survive them all


to prove I’m willing to endure for love


whatever it may take, as my proof


 


I- couldn’t have loved anyone


but you- that’s just my truth


And I know what it means now


that you’ve really moved on


Taking the sun and leaving me in fog


I’ll remain lost- in time and space


between the silence and yesterdays


Standing foolishly, just waiting…for you


 


Poet of the Light © 2019

	


	



			
				


			

			
Loves dichotomy
		
	
	

		
Thoughts beget us a trap door: kiss 


How most seemingly strange it is


the touch, the whispers, the scent


remains long after the warmth left


Perhaps to extenuate the presence


we would have otherwise not missed


but for those searing moment of bliss


Yes, tis true, love birthed…my misery too 


Poet of the Light © 2019

	


	



			
				


			

			
Tides out
		
	
	

		
In love and or its loss, the heart


bleeds profusely, like a river


while drifting mindlessly alone


There came times we’ve opined


In our own antithetical banter


Love and wisdom fashionably


have their own unique craving


Yet codependent, on one another


But there also comes those times


when a divorce is all that is left


and the incompatible couple split


Yet, it is a love I can’t easily dismiss


and for me, logic has its frail limits


So I decided to follow logic’s lead


in my own mannerism, sort to speak


I rent from myself as loves dissenter


I’m sure at times, I will miss…my mind


Poet of the Light © 2019

	


	



			
				


			

			
Cracked flute
		
	
	

		
I never felt so connected


she wrote all my heart was missing


Oh, love was calling me at last


Everyday I rushed to her post


feeling my galaxy be stirred


by whatever she wrote, there


Escaping here- line by line


My heart absorbed her inked


concoction of letters- like whispers


akin of a pristine symphony heard


That I could slowly degust


From life’s full wine glass


 


Until today’s- heart wrenching


When tears read her words


she’d found herself a real lover


I’d been replaced before being chosen


My world was imploding


My vision became tunneled


My heart and soul felt sick


and then, it was as if, this was it


My sight blurred into blackness


in a cruel and slow fall to unconscious


Death of a poets heart by…poisonous ink


 


Poet of the Light © 2019

	


	



			
				


			

			
In a moon’s dimmed light
		
	
	

		
 


She can act and not live a lie


After all the times- he pretended


And left her heart without a good bye


As if she was a dark cloud, passing by


 


Now she’s been broken


Inside and out, in all the wrong ways


By believing someone foolish


Whenever they spoke loving lies


Someone who didn’t feel her love


Or see the truth in her eyes


So when she holds you close


And you feel her heart beat- alive


Don’t take it to hard when she cold


But- she’s being lonely with you


And I can help but wish I was you- today


 


If only, I wore your pretty face


If only, my eyes sported your colors


She’d look at me, deeply in my eyes


And like her, I could pretend a bit better


Every time she held my body closer


That maybe, just maybe- some day


She’d stop acting, when she touches me


And stop feeling lonely…in my arms


Poet of the Light © 2019