Title: Love Lost
I wake up thinking of you
I fall asleep
thinking of you...
The space in between
is filled with emptiness
that were never made
shall never come to pass
My heart calls for you
but hears not a sound
except for the breaking
The tearing of its soul
As it once was...
It is again...
half of a whole
Artist: Benjamin Jones
So beautiful but capable of so much pain
We all go through it again and again
We rack our brains, sometimes in vain
Trying to catch lightning in a bottle can be a strain
It's a cruel game, driving one insane
For one peek at the sun we stand in the rain
The one thing I have of real value that remains
I want to give to her, my last name
I don't know how to explain
She doesn't believe it but we were made for each other
For me there can never be another
I said the wrong things and my words they cut her
She got so angry that when she tried to talk she began to stutter
Tears ran down her cheeks and out loud she wondered
How could you love me with the words that you just uttered?
I said nothing. Stunned silence. I had no words to say
Before I knew it she was out the door, my love had ran away
I called and left her messages every night and every day
Saying that it couldn't be over, with me she had to stay
Now I have no other options, there's nothing left to do but pray
For one more face to face opportunity to say....
I love you.
Love is profitable, lucrative, and commercial
damaging my wallet
even more damaging to my optics
Beauty shouldn't cost money
But every time I stare at you,
would explore with fascination
with no explanation
I applied for the job
now wishing you would have ignored my application.
Why should I have to splurge on these Man Made Holidays?
First, its the Hallmark cards: Those aren't my words
but you cherish them and claim that my poetry is boring
every time I recite, I peep you yawning.
Then its the box of chocolates that sit idle in a box that's heart shaped
I thought you were allergic?
Third, a dinner and a movie,
taking overpriced pictures in the booth
with hopes that they come out perfect
while the entire time I'm hoping that you notice that I'm perfect
not literally, but figuratively
I wish you knew the old me.
I'm not saying that I was a dog and all
but never before had i allowed a woman
to stress me out to the point where I'm constantly popping Tylenol.
You pick fights, and like a dummy, I try to make up
By buying you more bullshit
that will eventually end up in the back of the closet
I've had enough.
Call me AFTER the holiday
and most definitely not on my payday.
Love is profitable.
Love spelled backwards is EVOL (Evil)
and it can leave you miserable.
Artist: Julie Harris
Sitting in a room,
Someone says the word
Some will blush,
Some only think of mush.
That's what being "in love"
Or at least
By Fairy Tale Standards.
But let's start showing love for real,
Not only on good days,
But when we feel
"I can't stand you
Or the things you do,
You chew too
Sometimes love is being
Curled up in the bed
Surrounded by tissues
Coughing, sick, all kinds of other issues,
But they're bringing you
Chicken noodle soup,
Keeping Maury in the loop
On your DVR.
Maybe love tells you
Exactly what you need to hear,
Even if you don't like it.
Love wipes your tears,
Calms your fears,
Love is being comfortable.
True love makes you better.
It helps you weather the storms.
And there will be storms...
Maybe she does make you mad.
But, does she make you laugh?
Do you want to tell her whenever
Good or bad?
Do you want to be 75,
Still always seeing her smile?
Can you imagine aruging with anyone else?
Love isn't that fairy tale.
Not always mushy stuff.
Just both of you,
Curled up on separate ends of the couch with pens and paper
With a glass of wine
On a Saturday night
Writing your respective genres
Watching the fight.