Wounded

Blood spills onto the floor.

I was better where,

I was miserable why didn’t you leave me there?

I deserve this hurt.

I deserve the pain, the embarrassment.

I am a disappointment.

I am heartsick and it is not your job to mend it.

Find someone full of life.

Just leave me here to die.

Two Poems About One Loss

(1)

I smoke too much,

And now my head hurts when I walk,

But maybe it’s not the cigarettes.

Perhaps it’s the echo of the lies you told

Pounding in my head.

 

I drink too much,

And now my eyes burn when I look outside,

But maybe it’s not the booze.

Perhaps it’s the fear of seeing you with her

That made me wish to go blind.

 

I took too many pills,

And now I can’t find my bed,

But maybe it’s not the drugs.

Perhaps it’s the home where we lied

Makes me loose my mind.

(2)

You were everything I needed,

And now you’re not mine,

I wanted to come see you,

But all I’d do is cry.

Your ginger hair,

And the guitar you play,

Has made a home in my mind,

I can no longer stay.

So one day I’ll leave,

To where you can not go,

Please do not follow me,

You can not stoop that low.

I will write you a note,

Tell you that I have gone,

Do not cry for me,

During dusk or through the dawn.

Exhaustion

I’m tired of empty apologies,

Of drunken phone calls,

I’m tired of these tired words,

That mean nothing to you.

 

I’m tired of trying for you over and over,

I’m tired of you acting like a stranger,

I’m tired of your jealousy,

The pathetic way you contradict yourself.

 

I’m tired of staring at your name in my contact book,

Not having the heart of throw away your number,

I’m tired of playing our memories over in my mind,

I’m tired of crying myself to sleep because the loneliness is overwhelming,

I’m tired of writing about you,

But I can’t get you out of my head any other way.