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HalfheartedI gave you my whole heart,
and you returned it
   in pieces.

So, I laid it out on the kitchen
table to glue back
   together,

but the calico jumped up
and stole some before I
   could catch her.

While I chased the cat, the dog
ate as many pieces as
   he could reach,

apparently preferring the taste
of bleeding heart to
   Alpo Chopped Beef.

By the time I gave up on the kitty
and sat back down to the job,
   big chunks had disappeared,

making it that much harder, like
putting together a puzzle with missing
   pieces and
inflamedour bodies
writhed in
a month-long
wet dream

from which
we awoke

suddenly

and with
regret
heroesthey lived long lives
filled with hard work,
fried chicken, and
heart attacks

he gambled
every day of his life
and never missed
a house payment

she crocheted
and wallpapered
and never missed
The Price Is Right

they survived
the depression
Minnesota winters
a lost baby

and for decades
still smiled when
the other entered
the room

no one told them
that people don’t
love forever
anymore
I Made My BedIt's time to accept
my lot,

to let go of my
self-delusions,

rose-colored
pipe dreams.

I must let go.

Let my dreams
go their way

as I go mine.
faded polaroidsvoices echo down
the hall like playground
memories and school
pictures with bad haircuts

I listen to those
indistinct murmurs
and stare into the past,
remembering when

life was as simple
as bologna sandwiches
and names spelled in
alphabet soup

animal crackers roared
in our hands until
we bit off their heads
and made them be quiet

saltines and grape juice
served as communion
under the big oak, God
watching from the branches

in a world drawn in
black and white when
love was love and we
weren’t allowed to hate
(for fear of damnation)

I can smell those days,
taste the sweaty
summer afternoons
running through dan
buffI’ll wear
  nothing
to bed

      (yes,
         nothing)
   
    but my
favorite
     perfume

   a spritz
(here)

    a dab
         (there)

   then I’ll
give you
      all night
   to try

     (please,
             try)

   
rawtake back
your pretty love
words

tuck them
under your
tongue

kiss me
until my lips bloom
with bruises

scrape me raw
with your
blistering skin

and scratch
this itch until
it bleeds
upbringingwe interpret each
other’s silence as
disaffection

unaware that
we’ve both been
taught not to
speak until
spoken
to
FittingI tried to tell him
     I was leaving

          (again).

But I couldn’t
     find the words

          (again).

So I’ll stay here
     and eat my

       just desserts

         (again).
Cease FireI’ve figured out how
to end our bickering.

I’ll buy my own bed.

Then I’ll find my own
house to put it in.
zenithI’m too
old to
dream of
forever

all I want
now
is you

one day
at a
time
SightlessI looked for you
for a long time.

In crowds, on
buses, at bustling
football games,
I sought.

I combed
the personals,
scoured the
internet,
turned over
some rocks.

I crawled through
dingy bars, sat alone
on mall benches,
and even pretended
to find religion.

My heart leapt
when I thought
I’d found you
(but I was wrong)
and then again
and again.

But I didn’t
find you,

and, finally, my
aging heart
began to contract
into stone,
the cooling lava
of wild, futile
hopes unmet.

I sit now
in a quiet place
and weep amid
my dead dreams
from eyes gone
blind with
searching.
talk to mehad I known the last
time you called that
we would never
speak again, I would
have talked longer,
kept you on the line
babbling about the weather,
asking inane questions
just to hear your voice
produce the answers
dissemblerwhen you say
you don’t need
anyone

you’re a liar

(we all need
  someone)

what you
really mean
is that you

don’t need

  me
devotedhello

you’ll be glad to know
that I hardly ever
think of you
anymore

my nights are
no longer sleepless,
my eyes red-rimmed
and puffy

I’m over you
at last, emptiness
a tired relief
from pain

yes, I don’t
miss you
anymore

  but my number
    hasn’t changed if
      you ever need to
        reach me
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forgive and forget

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he begged
her forgiveness

and she promised
to give it

as soon as
she forgot

his name

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forgive and forgetby ~Blueskye27

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*AlecBell Mar 9, 2009
In full Dorothy Parker mode.

Some serious wit.
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~Blueskye27 Mar 9, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
Gotta love Dorothy...
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*AlecBell Mar 9, 2009
And you too!!
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~Spectrumchaser Jan 19, 2009
Oh yeah - and I love your play on the saying "forgive and forget"!
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~Spectrumchaser Jan 19, 2009
I don't know why, but this one made me laugh. I think I've made the same promise. I don't think I've forgotten his name yet....
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*Miarath Jan 16, 2009
I don't know, but this sounds both sad and ironic. :)
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~Blueskye27 Jan 16, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
Yes, you're right. :hug:
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*Miarath Jan 19, 2009
:hug: You're most welcome.
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~femluc Jan 9, 2009
is amazing as you can cover so many things to say in short words :hug:
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~Blueskye27 Jan 9, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks, Lucero. :heart:
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