We were so damn mean
to each other and I
have never been so
cruel since.

I think we were
so terrible because we
knew that eventually
we were going to end.

We could blame our
failure on our icy
hearts instead of
admitting we were just
too scared to try.

BB

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Lighthouse Melodrama

I told you that if
you were to die before me
I would become a
lighthouse operator on
some desolate shore
with my typewriter
tapping out novels and
poetry while a
tugboat delivered my
food and letters
twice a week.

You replied that it was
just like me to
romanticize the fear
that grips my heart
and to be plotting
my escape already
but that I would not
survive with such an
absence of attention.

I do not think you
understand how much
I like you or
how little I like people
who aren’t you.

BB

I’m Sorry.

If you want to be happy
please stay away from me
at all costs.

Do not put your heart in
my hands because I have
never learned to be gentle.

Both in the way that I love
and in the way that I leave
I always end up breaking something.

BB

Warning: Fragile.

I put my hand on my chest
and I knew without looking
that my heart was broken.

I could feel the shards
rattling against my ribs
and piercing my lungs.

I coughed up your last words
bloody and shining diamonds
into the palm of my hand.

How could something that had
seemed so beautiful be
wreaking havoc on my soul?

I guess you could argue that
having a heart made of glass
was not a good idea after all.

BB

Cardiac Melancholy

Heart-EKG
He was the doctor of melancholy
taking his stethoscope and placing it
in his ears and asking the patient
to take a deep breath and exhale a word
that describes their sadness.

He would listen to their heartbeats
as they blew out CO2 and regret
thinking for a moment and then writing
his diagnosis on the severity of heartbreak
and likelihood of recovery.

When he died of cardiac arrest it was
the sadness his heart carried knowing
this world would never have a shortage
of heartbroken patients but instead have
many, many repeat customers.

BB

Heat Resistant

Heat Resistant
I can’t pull my hand from the flame
no matter how badly I get burned
and I should have known better since
I heard that you were the goddamn
Prometheus of breaking hearts
but I hope someday I’ll learn that
where there’s smoke there’s fire
and any love worth possibly having
won’t make you sift your heart from the ashes.

BB