They Say Thing's Come in Three's

poetry trying not to bash my poor ex's who've had the unfortunance of breaking a poet's heart.

I have a bad habit of writing

                Hatred into my

                                Heart break

Especially when it’s being written

                                Out of bitterness

 

But I never write about

                Everything I loved

                                And forever will

           About each dent

In my heart

 

The first

                I am trying desperately not to repeat

                                But he showed me my favorite kind

Of love story

 

Unfortunately I don't have much to say about him

                Other than how brilliant the mahogany in his eyes

                                Truly was

 

He’s a killer

                The cold blooded kind

                                But I still would ache for his words

           It’s been almost two years of our silence

But I still miss him terribly

 

In retrospect

                My Raven isn't perfect

And well of course I obviously am not either

                But I still like the way his smile crinkles deviously

                                And I will forever be mesmerized

           By birds against sunsets

And his love affair with interstellar travel

 

He’s a travesty

                But I was convinced he held my keys

                                And I know a couple of things

 

I am a liar

And him, he’s a cheat

                And heaven forbid these sins complement

                                The caramel underneath his feathers

And when I fell in love with birds

                I fell in love with the sky as well

 

Looking back

                The ocean has always called to me

                                In one way or another

His waves were a caress

                I am aching to forget

                                And forgive

 

I won’t speak badly of the ocean

                I know that currents are harsh there

                                And storms turn so easily into

           Hurricanes

It’s not his fault he was born with water

                Coursing through his earth bound body

 

And I hope he knows

                It’s not my fault

                                I’m the sky

                                And he is the sea

And we will never

                                Never

           Touch….

Someone once told me

                Things tend to come in threes

I hope the heartbreak that my perfumed lips

                                Have tasted

Follows the

                                Rule

Author's Note

everything is intentional.