Sad Poem To End All Sad Poems, Probably

The first time I've been able to write since early October.

Kait, I'm no good at this,

I'll admit. My point driven 

in with nervous shakes and

post-departure kisses.

Anxious, growing with the wait

I'll stalk the sound waves

calculating the time between 

your 3 word rebuttals and 

my novella length replies,

constant stints of jealousy

instigated by reminders of you,

happy all the same, days pass by. 

There are times when 

my mind lets the tide wash over me,

watch my limbs rebel against the tyranny

and cast me out to sea,

waves free to tug at my seams

drag me from comfortable comforters

to the eye of this storm I've made,

up to my neck in biblical plagues

a pity party state where 

I am the victim of every sad song

and perpetually late to every 

life changing moment occurring

with or without me

constantly missing being

someone's everything.

It gets a little easier with every day

to stop fantasizing, looking for your face

in crowds full of people who could 

better appreciate who I am

but I still find myself

humming along to every sad song

curled up in words on a twin XL

tearing myself apart just to pass time,

I need the shades pulled down.

Sum up all my past failures

to uncertainty and a lack of confidence

eats at me,

stuck between

a wall and no where at all, 

I'm a mess of these

words that tangle themselves

into lies, clever lines that never
seem to come out right,

sever ties with that anchor

absent, I'll reclaim what was

and will always be mine,

all of it carelessly shared:

Moshi Moshi

and

Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless MInd.   

Reviews

[Adalia]

j'adore.

[Jesse Lancaster]

I looked that up on google translate, thank you.

[Jesse Lancaster]

There was supposed to be a heart at the end of that. WritersCafe hates love and butterflies and stuff. I'm hurt that I can't express my feels for you.