Three years ago, I told you that I’d hate to write our break
up poem.
You said you’d do it instead.
Pour our old hearts onto a paper and -
“I’ll feed them to the ducks in the godforsaken lake
And I’ll come back and love you again.”
And it was a blink and a miss but
I put my heart in different places.
In the room where you and I first got drunk
Maybe it was the Old Monk but I have never seen the
moonlight
Look as beautiful as it did as it slid down your back.
Right by the lake where you
and I danced
To the waltz of my heart and
held you in my arms
And watched the sunrise in your eyes.
In the letters that you sent to my sister
Where you called me your first real girlfriend and smiled so
wide
Your tongue sticks out when you write.
In your voice and your words
A vanilla scented soundtrack the night sings to the stars
And as we ran off the roof right past the guard
We promised ourselves that we’re not getting away
We’re not getting out without a broken heart.
And we buried the pieces in different places
To make a thousand different heavens for our broken parts.
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I really like how you've projected love in the poem without making it too cheesy and disgusting. Somehow, this happens to be one of the few love poems that work for me, probably because of the simplicity of the couple's story. Thank you so much for writing this. My favourite line was "Your tongue sticks out when you write."
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