I pour wine in my glass as I pour my heart out to you. I wipe the lipstick off of my teeth while you lie through yours. You hold on to your pride while you should be holding on to my hand. I feel my heart shatter instead of feeling butterflies in my stomach. I taste tears in my mouth instead of your kisses. I immortalize you with my words while you neglect me with yours.
So here… Lets have a toast to all of the mountains we didn’t move. All of the things you didn’t do right and all of the times I chose to love you anyway. I pray that somewhere between all of the words I failed to say to you, I forgive myself and move on…
An apt title....pouring out the heart, but for the wrong reasons.
Your poem has a delicate, yet stern intensity throughout. Your alternating lines between your actions and the actions of the other are very inspired, and they combine to help the poem reach a satisfying conclusion.
Benita - so gentle and yet so strong. I wonder why you stay - how much neglect can one person, you take? I very much empathize with you even though, thankfully, I have someone who cares.
An apt title....pouring out the heart, but for the wrong reasons.
Your poem has a delicate, yet stern intensity throughout. Your alternating lines between your actions and the actions of the other are very inspired, and they combine to help the poem reach a satisfying conclusion.
Powerful and beautiful use of words and thoughts.
"So here… Lets have a toast to all of the mountains we didn’t move. All of the things you didn’t do right and all of the times I chose to love you anyway. I pray that somewhere between all of the words I failed to say to you, I forgive myself and move on…"
The above words. Gentle and honest. Thank you Benita for sharing your amazing poetry.
Coyote
I like the way you have written this - it had a nice symmetry. I can just about remember how intense affairs of the heart are and that love is not always a two way flow. (i'm joking - these memories can last a lifetime!)
This is very good work - my own preference is when it is kept simple but true.
If you have time would you like to read my poem 'Serendib' (based on a real story told to my daughter in Sri lanka)
Thanks, Alan
You paint this scene with such haunted hues; darkness lingering where light once lay. It makes the heart ache to sense all that happened in the course of loving, and the course of letting go. xo
This has the feeling--besides bitterness and hurt--that there was something there so strong and sure but he destroyed it all. I like the last line a lot. "I forgive myself and move on....It has strength and shows you learned from a bad experience. Love is not always fair and it can kill a part of someone, but being able to move on despite the torturous pain is the right move.
Let's have a toast for the douchebags,
Let's have a toast for the a******s,
Let's have a toast for the scumbags,
Every one of them that I know
Let's have a toast to the jerkoffs
That'll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Run away fast as you can
I dunno why , reminded of that , I really liked your poem , could visualize exactly what you were writing
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