you let me borrow your heart
like a cup of sugar
sweetening my life for little in return
and it made me
nervous
this selfless lending
I couldn’t help but wonder
when you’d ask for it all back
with interest
Tag: Love / Heartbreak
obviously any poems about love, heartbreak, and relationships
pointless conversation [poem]
there are a million things I’d like to ask
but I stick to how’s your day
because that’s a shallow question with easy answers
I don’t ask if you
remember my fingers running through your hair
as the sun cast dappled light on us
through the tree branches
I don’t ask if you
let her wear your things
wrapping her in pieces of fabric
that have long forgotten the heat of my skin
I don’t ask if you
told her your favorite song
the one that hurts
just right
and leaves you feeling vulnerable
as the first notes play
I tell you I’m fine and change the topic
to last night’s rain and other mindless things
you nod like you’re listening
but you’re already checking out of this
pointless conversation
clockwork hearts [poem]
a broken heart is what changes people
forges their weaknesses into a stronger alloy
their mistakes becoming a better shield
they learn how to walk away
how to say no and mean it
how to see trouble coming before it gets here
they become their own gatekeeper
guarding the intricate gears of their
reconstructed love
no one will throw a wrench into their
clockwork hearts
and watch them break again
they’ve been sure to change too much for that
a mutual itch [poem]
touch me here
please
let your fingers dig into my flesh
I’m not fragile
god
how I want this
your mouth on my neck
possessive
you can have it all if you want it
take everything I offer
I promise
what you see
is exactly what you get
no tricks
just scratching a mutual itch
omission [poem]
I lie by omission
giving vague answers to avoid
uncomfortable truths
it feels like a lie
makes me want to dance around it
until it settles
like false honesty
between us
it’s the match to our bonfire
we go up in smoke and pretend
the fire didn’t burn our
everything
to the ground
warning signs [poem]
I would make bad choices for you
ignore the alarm bells
and the bright orange warning signs
everything screams no
you are a hazardous decision
driving too fast down
icy streets
but
the adrenaline rush is addictive
hot power flushing my skin
I can’t breathe
your fingers dig into my wrists
holding me here
as if I had the kind of survival instinct to run
I can’t breathe
your body the rock
pinning me to an unforgiving hard place
deliciously trapped here
I can’t breathe
your lips bruise mine
swallowing my unwillingness to protest this
and I just
yes
I would make bad choices for you
fair weather heart [poem]
you cringe from the cold of winter
tremors wrecking you
and the thought that you might survive this
your grief sends itself smashing
into anything beautiful enough to break
shattering the delicate sheet of ice
guarding your fair weather heart
you struggle against that rawness
that exposure of your everything
to a world of frostbite and falsehoods
but remember
you have to keep breaking your heart
until it opens wide and finally free
the seed bursting to sprout a new blossom
just in time for spring
I broke my rules for you [poem]
I broke my rules for you
laid my backbone down to play welcome mat
to your love and
your needs and
your ego and
I wanted you to love me
and that was all that mattered
I know myself a hard thing to hold
vibrant and
vibrating with energy
I swallowed my words to make myself palatable
coated my truths in sugar
sweet silence
and it didn’t matter
none of it has a chance to matter
you were gone by morning either way
lighthouse [poem]
in a sea of people
my eyes will always search for you
lighthouse
in the foggy night
a beacon
in the darkest times
you will always be the harbor I return to
your smile
the dock coming into view
loving you is my compass
always pointing me back to wholeness
because the world is a vast ocean of strangers
but you
will always be home
unfinished business [poem]
you and I will always be
unfinished business
a puzzle left half done on the coffee table
pieces scattered across the living room floor
carelessly
the way we always approached each other
never looking
always leaping
foot in mouth with every other word
and this
this is us
this is the way things have always been
you take and take and take
until I’m empty
and I give everything
knowing it’s a bad idea
the toxic trade of two codependent hearts
trying to communicate love
in completely different languages
the part you’ve played [poem]
have you ever wondered
what you’ve done?
the part you’ve played in someone else’s story?
well…
I can answer that
but you won’t like the answer
you hurt me
you the heartless rogue
and me
the naive lover
and I’m sad to say I fell for every line
you spoke of friendship
held me close when I moved to give you space
called me back time and again
and for what?
this?
the truth is
you’re my enemy
the betrayer in this chapter of my story
and you will
always
play that part in my memories
when I remember what sent me running
a villain is just a victim [poem]
a villain is just a victim whose story hasn’t been told
so let’s tell yours
the story of how you befriended the weird ones
people whose stripes matched your own
the kind who become chosen family
closer than blood
that’s how you found it
love
in the face of a friend
you lost love too
finding abandonment and betrayal
from those your trusted most
so you learned
not to love so much
not to feel so deeply
drunken hands and lips and moans
the only truths you could accept between hearts anymore
you pushed away feelings
emotional baggage
good or bad
it didn’t matter
you just ran
you always run and that
my dear
is how you became the villain in your last lover’s story
the empty kisses and callous words you left behind
turning her into the same hollow monster
you’ve already become
karma lessons [poem]
can I brush my fingers along your jawline
lean in until my lips whisper across your cheek
and tell you it’s over?
that you mean nothing to me
beyond a means to an end?
can I break your heart
twist the knife just so by telling you
the silence between us was deliberate?
that it was meant to starve what we once had
to rot the ties that bind in favor of leaving us disconnected?
can I remind you of your own actions
and unkindly return the favor?
like karma
can I be your karma?
I can think of a few lessons you must’ve missed
Larissa Lee 